an eternal optimist, still waiting for my fairy-tale ending. i love me some good eats, loud music, laughing until it hurts & dancing until my feet give out. i am a traveling bunny who cant get enough. my dog is the love of my life, as is my boyfriend, New York City.
new yorkers unite.
fun fact of the day —
under SOPA, you could get 5 years for uploading a Michael Jackson song, one year more than the doctor that killed him.
how’s that for perspective?
i feel you in my bones.
do yourself and everyone else a favor.
sign this petition.
the story of “we”
it started with a simple joke.
“so you want me to date you, so you don’t die? thats quite a bit of pressure”.
date is made.
dates are made.
one night catapults into months.
inevitably this couple finds themselves in a long-distance debacle.
illogical emotional thoughts take control and precedence over logical ones.
all of the the what-if’s and the i-need-you’s.
quickly follow by the i-am-falling-in-love-with-you’s.
the sweet comfort into an unforeseeable future.
the super highs combined with the realistic lows.
the aching of desire.
the move-here jokes accompanied by the please-move-here seriousness.
the conundrum.
to leave a life you’ve only known,
or to follow a life you’ve always dreamed of.
the logical thoughts ensue.
the weariness grows.
while the desire for each other rapidly increasing.
this is the story of falling in love.
a decemeber to remember.
my boyfriend and I met around the time “we found love” by Rihanna came out.
every single time we’re out, it plays.
he’s in london right now-
and impulsively bought tickets to see her and calvin harris perform live.
i got out of work to a message from him.
it didn’t say anything.
it just was a live clip of her performing that song.
it sounds so silly, but it’s the sweetest thing that hes done yet.
and trust when I tell you, hes done a plethora of sweet things.
life is so much better when you’re falling in love.
and now for punch-yourself-in-the-face Facebook status’
[redacted user] “gave my umbrella to an elder as I get soaked, but soaked in style”
it’s unreal how many statuses this user posts daily. what’s even more unreal is that I hid this user but I still see said posts because even more ridiculous people continue to “like” them. if only people knew said FB user is a pathological liar perhaps the updates could go from 10 a day to 3. I could deal with 3.
ugh, if only this person could be deleted.
music is dangerous.
it holds memories and forgotten feelings like a sonic sponge
you can squeeze whenever you masochistically please.
there are songs and entire albums i can’t listen to anymore
because, i might, on hearing them find myself composing lyrical emails.
what should one feel when she meets someone only to find out he ‘s leaving so soon.
this feeling is one in which i have longed for.
for so long.
to have it again.
for it to leave so soon is the true definition.
of bittersweet.
the eye-holds.
the intense longing.
the midnight grasps.
the forehead kisses.
the hours that just zoom on by because you’re too busy laughing.
the “you’re coming with me” jokes.
the tenancious appetite of love.
i can’t help but want this feeling forever.
all i know is.
for the next few weeks.
i will happily be out of commission.
and consumed.
because this my friends.
is living.
Remembering that I’ll be dead soon is the most important tool I’ve ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure — these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.
—steve jobs
that moment
when you know
that this is
SO
much different than
all the others
you guys,
I am cheesing so hard right now
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY
