December 13, 2012

• Work hard, play hard

  

  I’m gonna smile more than I should. And laugh more than I knew I could. And when they ask me why, I’ll tell them I don’t wanna die dead.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  Everything I buy is vintage and smells funny. Maybe that’s why I don’t have a boyfriend.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  We run back to each other when it’s convenient. We know that in the end, we’re meant for each other but not for right now. So we play these games, act like we’re okay when one of us has someone else. When in reality it tears us apart to know that we can be happy with someone else. But it’s that slight hope that we will end up together that always keeps us running back for more.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  Yet losing him seemed unbearable. He was the one she loved, the one she would always love, and as he leaned in to kiss her, she gave herself over to him. While he held her close, she ran her hands over his shoulders and back, feeling the strength in his arms. She knew he’d wanted more in their relationship than she’d been willing to offer, but here and now she suddenly knew she had no other choice. There was only this moment, and it was theirs. 

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  Don’t re-think things. Because usually, your first thought is what you really want to do, so just follow it through.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  But when I step back and look at things clearly, I realize how much I truly appreciate life, with every imperfection, I know that I’m still young, I know I have a lot to learn, and I don’t want to grow up too fast.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  I’ve always wanted to be the girl who everyone notices when she walks into a room. Not necessarily because she’s exceptionally gorgeous or brilliatn or has a smile plastered on her face everywhere she goes-I want to be noticed for just being that girl. The one you can always count on. The one who is slightly mysterious, but will share her secrets. The one who can get away with sitting in a corner all by herself or being a complete social butterfly whenever she chooses. And the fact is, this girl is not notices for wearing expensive clothing or having a great body or knowing a lot of well-liked people. She is simply noticed for her confidence, her beauty, her poise, and being exactly who she is. I know it seems like this type of girl can only be found in a great fictional novel or film, but I want to believe-I need to believe-that this type of girl exists. I need to believe that someone can be noticed and loved for being who they want to be. I need to believe that this type of girl is real.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  Lots of people want to ride with you in the limo, but what you want is someone who will take the bus with you when the limo breaks down.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

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