Some days my middle finger feels like answering questions.

"Each person who ever was or is or will be has a song. It isn't a song that anybody else wrote. It has its own melody, it has its own words. Very few people get to sing their song. Most of us fear that we cannot do it justice with our voices, or that our words are too foolish or too honest, or too odd. So people live their song instead."
-Neil Gaiman

Please words. I need you now. I need you to tell the truth. To say things as they are. Don't be words that I say too fast, words that I have to defend. Please don't listen to me when I tell you to do the wrong things, be the words you were meant to be. Be honor and fire place and cellar door. Be slow and sunrise and sunset. No words more than needed, just enough to say what I mean and mean what I say.

I need to spend more time being in awe.
Maybe then, I would have taken less of this for granted.

Simple things that make me smile:
1. Finally laughing after trying so hard to hold it in.
2. Intentionally mismatched socks.
3. The smell of books.
4. A scent that reminds me of a great memory.
5. The first signs of fall.
6. Unexpected text messages.
7. The first step into a hot bath.
8. Songs that match my mood.
9. Falling asleep instantly.
10. The unexpected.

The heat is making me miss the cold sooo much. I'd give anything for snow right now. And this:

"Our eyelashes brushed like they would weave together by themselves, turning us into one wild thing. I say, “I think I missed you before I met you even."
-Francesca Lia Block

I want to get a bow tattoo behind my left ear...something like this...I don't think I would want the ribbon that long.....

I'll think about this one for awhile. It's a little girly for me.

If there is something you want to say to me, then just say it. You'll never have a less threatening audience.


Show me the world that's inside your head. Mine may, or may not look like this:

Because these are awesome:

I admire people who can just say whats on their mind with no reservations. I've always wanted to be a little more like that. I avoid conflict at all costs. But I think it would be very liberating to just tell someone to "fuck off". Just once. Some days my middle finger feels like answering questions. But it does not. I don't like to hurt other peoples feelings, even if this means sacrificing my own. I am trying to get better at this...not to the extreme, just better. I also have a fear that what I have to say may be misinterpreted. I suppose the words always come in time.

I finished reading book #3 of the summer. "This is Where I Leave You" by Jonathan Tropper.

I need to live somewhere cooler, so I can read and wear socks like these:

There are some things that I'll never understand. I'll never understand the goosebumps I get when first stepping into hot water. I'll never understand the dreams I have with strangers in them, people I've never met or seen. I'll never understand how a person can keep going back to the ones who hurt them. But what I do understand is that once we actually understand everything, the world loses its shine.



Secret #216- I have a soft spot for "Gossip Girl". It's the fashion, I swear. I think it is because of her:

Time for homework. Priorities.

"The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them -- words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they're brought out. But it's more than that, isn't it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you've said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That's the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller but for want of an understanding ear."