January 2012
38 posts
I felt this once. I'd enjoying feeling it again.
wisdomorbombast:
Dammit. I just want to be in bed with you. Jeez.
That awkward moment when you want to facebook friend someone you have a crush on, but you have to look through your entire profile to make sure you’ll seem cool enough. Or at least not crazy.
That awkward moment when you realize he can still make you cry.
Punctuation.
wellthisisit:
“Fuckin’ rain, man.” - A Portlander on any given day.
“Fuckin’ Rain Man.” - Any given contender at the 1989 Oscars.
Irony
The post before this. Well. Irony.
It’s been the weirdest evening in a long long time. Not entirely unpleasant. Just. Strange.
Ok. Fine. The only way to process this is to admit it. I’ve practically screamed at the top of my lungs that this wasn’t the case. That anyone who thought it was must be crazy. But. No. I’m not over you and don’t know if I ever will be.
There. This doesn’t mean I can’t be happy without you though. Right?
You’re still under my skin. But I can’t decide whether it’s like a staph infection or a really nice piercing that I’m too reluctant to get rid of.
Derbyness.
Discovered I still can’t bear my body weight on my left shoulder (ie: push ups). I can be civil, even friendly with someone I didn’t think I could. I am now in a leadership position which requires me to make decisions that will affect the league. And I finally sucked it up, reached out, and made first contact to attempt (again) to build a bridge between he and I. And learned new rules....
Wide awake at 4 AM. My mind won’t rest. At least not for more than a few hours. I wish I could talk to you right now. Have you run your fingers down my back. Tell me it’s late, and I should sleep, and that I can attend to these restless thoughts at a proper hour of the morning.
December 2011
49 posts
A study in vanity.
I’d like to make something clear.
I’m slender. Yes. But that does not make me any less of a “real woman” than someone who is average sized. My weight does not define me, in the same way I feel it shouldn’t define someone who is heavier.
I find it incredibly unfair when someone says “I just hate skinny people like you. You can eat anything you want and never...
I’m beginning to realize that I’m terrified of falling in love again. Not because I’m worried I’ll get hurt, or that I’m not ready for it. But because that means that eventually, I’ll have to choose. Maybe, just maybe though…it will choose me. Let’s hope for that, yes?
“My love has concrete feet. My love’s an iron ball. Wrapped around...
There are times now. Moments. Brief, breath-catching, snippets of my night. When I feel lonely.
My freedom, and independence is lovely. It is. And meeting new people. And having that “shiny new” feeling of excitement and curiosity. It’s all very nice.
But.
Still.
It’s also very nice to sleep next to someone. To have a lap to stretch my legs over when I watch TV. To talk...
Ride 'Em Cowboy
animalsbeingdicks:
The Johnson family was thrilled when Brad opened his very own rodeo Corgi!
