November 2011
17 posts
“Each morning when I open my eyes I say to myself: I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today. I can choose which it shall be. Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn’t arrived yet. I have just one day, today, and I’m going to be happy in it.” -Groucho Marx”
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random thoughts right now. →
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If Cinderella’s shoe fit perfectly, why did it fall off?
What is another word for a thesaurus?
If you’re underwater, would you be able to cry?
Why do feet smell and noses run?
If you expect the unexpected, won’t the unexpected be the expected?
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“I’ll love you more tomorrow
than I ever could today.
I love you more than yesterday,
as I have done everyday.
Yet today I love you twice as much
as I ever thought I could;
but know if I could love you more,
with all my heart, I would.” —(via graciouswords)
than I ever could today.
I love you more than yesterday,
as I have done everyday.
Yet today I love you twice as much
as I ever thought I could;
but know if I could love you more,
with all my heart, I would.” —(via graciouswords)
a scar, healing.
that moment we first met
is etched in the deepest
part of me, like a lighting
strike through my chest,
igniting and obliterating
everything inside.
sunrise.
i wish
we could discover the morning
together, every day we open
our eyes.
Reflection
Look in the mirror
What do you see
Is it really you
Or what you pretend to beCan you see yourself
Or just a fake
Is that a real person
Or just the one you makeIs that smile real
Or is it just covering a frown
Do those eyes really look up
Or do they avoid looking downDo you act sincerely
Or just to get by
Do you show others the truth
Or is it all just a lieAre you really there
Or have you yet to be found
Cause you locked yourself up
And had yourself gagged and bound
I want to know your kiss,
how perfectly your hands will intwine with mine,
the little imperfections that make you beautiful,
the warmth of your embrace,
and the beat to your heart.
I just want you, nothing more, nothing less. and thats exactly what I can’t have.
Just like you
I’m just like you.
When you consider some of my
unique qualities, I guarantee you’ll
find we are more alike than you think.
Some days I wake up feeling
the weight of the world on me,
crushing my shoulders,
mornings where I want to curl up
in bed and watch the world go by
without me.
And sure, I struggle every day
with my anxiety and insecurities,
I scrutinize my face, even my figure
in the mirror more than I like to admit.
And often I fear that I’ll fail, or that maybe
the concept of happiness I’ve created
in my wild mind, is something
unattainable for this lifetime.
Of course I imagine running away
from my problems, changing my name
and starting over in a concrete jungle
full of opportunities and love.
I second guess myself, I have doubts,
concerns, fears, and little quirks that
make me seem different, but when you
look deep into my hazel sight, you’ll see,
we are connected in so many ways.
Maybe now that you know
I’m just like you,
you won’t feel so alone.
Once upon a midnight dreary: This is What I Am →
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I am beautiful.
And trust me, so are you.
You might look at
this poem and think
“How can she say this,
she doesn’t know me.”
You’re right, I don’t,
but I wish I did, I hope that
we can speak all night until
the sun decides to show her
bright and radiant face,
just to give me a night where
I…
