iwrotethisforyou

I am 100% in love with the the blog iwrotethisforyou, like it reads my heart’s thoughts. My friend Jordan told me my tweets are very similar to this blog- and I was very flattered.
It feels like you or the world will never change. But I’ve seen you change. Both of you.

owl love.

You need kissing, badly. That’s what’s wrong with you. You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how.

this is the cutest little thing i’ve seen in a million years.

Unrequited love.

i have that silly “paparazzi” song stuck in my head. ughhhgagaaaaahh.

i love everyone.

dreamless sleep

there is something beautiful in being sad. To be sad is to be broken, and vulnerable in such a way that pure. to be sad is to be helpless, to allow those who love you lift you up, and help you to stand on your own once again.

I have been sad, we all have.
Now is not the time, now is happiness.
Now is for joy, love, warmth and rainbows.
Now is for helping others stand on their own.

I’m listening to Iron and Wine again. Which explains a lot of why I feel this way. Also it was a miserable rainy day here. Today was actually a really good day. I woke up and spent the morning in bed, catching up on all my thursday night shows I missed because of class. Then I saw a friend for a few mins and talked about the future of my life. Which sent my morning happiness dive bombing to the earth again.

I spoke with the internship coordinator with my program  for over an hour and figured out my life with her. I forgot how encouraging it was for people to like the artistic work you do. Weird.

The reality of being in school and doing the work bogs me down sometimes. I think too much about it and how much it is, or will be instead of just doing it. I know if I just did it as it came and put as much time and effort in to completing the work as I do thinking about how much I have and how hard, it wouldn’t be that much or that hard.

Isn’t that how it’s always been?

I’m ready, now.

I love that part in the story when the magic happens. When the switch is flipped and the characters change. When the huge conglomerate bookstore owner realizes he is in love with the little bookshop owner he’s putting out of business. Or when the magistrate understands that there is something going on here that is bigger than him, and works to bend the rules for the better. The change in human nature that is predictable and yet so very unpredictable. I still get giddy when good triumphs over evil, and when love prevails over all. I don’t know if that makes me a dreamer, or just eternally hopeful.

The rain today is going to kill me. Is it so much to ask for some blue sky? I made breakfast and coffee this morning, amazingly enough. I like getting up early and being lazy around the apartment.

This is a big week coming up, school, decisions, a job- maybe, and friends. I don’t think I could ever fully express the joy there is in having such great friends. Having gone through times of profound loneliness has really made this wealth of company such a blessing.

Winter is usually bleak, but mine has been abundant in joy.

poem 12/14

no one wants to be the one
that got away,
they want to be the one
that was found,
and kept, and treasured.

she’s just another stranger,
hugging a sandwich.

you’re not alone in this.