I didn’t do this because you wanted it; I did it because I wanted it.
Honestly though, what’s a best friend if it’s only one sided? I’m always there for you, but you never are. I’m tired of trying to show you I care. What’s the point? I just end up being disappointed in the end.
My lab partner saw a picture of him and me on my phone. I don’t know why I haven’t gotten rid of it yet. She asked me if he was my boyfriend. I froze. I said yes. She asked me long how I’ve been with him. I froze again. I said three years. She was surprised and happy for me.
coloring (yes, grown-ups can do it, too)crisp cotton sheetssoft skinold family recipesthe first daffodils of springsleeping inan exercise endorphin highwindow boxesa perfect cup of coffeea genuine compliment (giving or receiving)
the way babies smell
a handwritten letterwaking up in a good mood…for no real reasonsinging in the showerfinding a couple forgotten dollars in your pocketdoing something nice for your neighbora home cooked meallaughingmovie theater popcorn
a bubble bathswimmingan afternoon napstreet musiciansyour favorite songsaying thank youhelping someone in needold fashioned photo boothsfresh whipped creaminspiring blogs
a glass of wine
the funny things kids saya novel you can get lost infinding the perfect piece of clothing…on saleclean laundry
the wind in your hair (sometimes)
treating the person behind you at the drive-thru
sharing an umbrella
the smell of lavender
a long walk that clears your heada bear hugThe Beatlessmiling at a strangereating with chopsticks (Chinese food optional)butterfliesstaying in your pj’s all daysinging along to the radio and knowing all the words
ordering in pizzahappy endings…even if they’re fictionalflying a kitepuppiesroot beer floatsholding open the door……or having someone hold the door for youfountain sodawhite, fluffy towelssunshinespending an afternoon at a museumreally great advicegreen lights all the way homethe sound of rain hitting the windowssitting in a boothholding handsa great hair day with no effortbuilding a fort with your kids (or friends)when someone falls asleep with their head on your shoulderfirefliesthe perfect tacogeraniums on a windowsillslow dancingthe smell of fresh-baked bread
cheesy, uplifting musicals
great storiesthe smell of gasolinethe cold side of the pillowlove lettersold friends……new friendsa pull-through parking spacea baguette — crisp on the outside, airy on the inside
when a dog licks your hand
sitting at the counter at an old-fashioned dinerusing your favorite dishesreading your child a bedtime story (or someone else)Girl Scout Cookiesflossingkissing someone you lovethe smell of onions and garlic cookinghot chocolatejumping in puddlesold photographsbirds hopping on the sidewalk
a spoonful of peanut butter straight from the jaryour softest t-shirta new magazine in the mailfireplaceshaving exact changebacon and pancakes cooking on Saturday morning
Still bleeding and painful. This is my fourth bandaid within 14 hours.
Take this as a lesson to take care of your body. What I went through today might not have been that bad, but it could only get worse from here (if my results turn out badly). I’m 18 years old, too young to be having such a procedure done.
Respect your body! It’s stuck with you until the end.
I don’t know what is it, but since I’ve been home for spring break, I’ve been uncovering more and more of my past, through journals, papers, old word documents…
I found a journal that I kept back in late middle school/early high school. I honestly don’t even remember keeping such a thing.
I wrote. It was something I loved doing because sometimes, talking it out just doesn’t cut it. My “emo” entries were definitely interesting to read, but in the end, what’s important is that I wrote.
I don’t write anymore, or as much as I did back then. I started again this year, but I have not been keeping up with it. I’m disappointed in myself. I love writing, but my extreme lack of motivation prevents me from doing so. But I do it once in a while, especially when I’m feeling down.
Along with the personal journal I discovered, I also found a journal he gave me for my 16th birthday. In it is a bunch of poems, drawings, and ramblings. I didn’t realize the intensity of his words, the amount of feelings and heart he put in. I couldn’t stop crying. Those words were for me and only me. I took them for granted. His writings are the most beautiful things I’ve read. They are absolutely breathtaking. He is inspiring. It is the best gift I have ever received, no doubt about it.
I am going to fill up the blank pages in that journal. It’s something that I should have started the day he gave it to me. I am in deep regret. But I’m going to do it.
Working on a mashup of (what I think to be the weirdest combination) John Legend’s “PDA (We Just Don’t Care)”, Carpenter’s “Close To You”, Elton John’s “Tiny Dancer”, and Feist’s “1234”. I don’t know if it’s going to work out, but hopefully it will. It’s weird getting back into piano because I just can’t pick up things as quickly as I used to. I’ve practiced these pieces many times and can’t seem to get any better…
I found my extremely old keyboard. It’s been hiding in the guest room closet under a layer of dust. It’s not perfect and the sounds are a bit off, but I’m so happy to know my parents didn’t give it away like everything else I used to own.
I love loving music. It’s something that I’ve always wanted to love but never found the motivation or ever felt the passion for. Now that I do (sort of), it’s amazing. It’s 1:38am, I have to wake up at 7am, and I’m playing on the keyboard until I just pass out.
I wish, oh how I wish, that I could play music with you.