sundays are always so different then the rest of your week
I know its sunday when free bird comes on shuffle and I dance like elaine on seinfeld.
thank god for sundays
& sashimi salads
the best road trips are the ones you take with just you, your music and your windows down. Especially if good people are already at your destination
I get really down on myself with all the health problems Ive been having lately. All the realistic dreams that keep coming every night. All my troubles that I can forget but even if I forget them they creep up soon enough. Facing facts, its hard realizing someone isn’t what you thought they were, not seeing any sort of hope in any guys I’ve met in the past year, and waiting patiently for hard work to pay off.
but then I have a thought that changes everthing
life cant be all that bad if at the end of my day life led me to reading a book in bed with one white candle on the night stand and a glass of red wine.
Im okay with being a cliche
I trust my soul my only goal is just to be.
Ive never happily raced to come home to someone…but I have raced home just to listen to a song.. thats a lot more powerful to me
it might just be me, but sometimes I think we all hold on to something because we swear its gonna be worth it when it all works out. We feel it, we know that we’ll reach such a great happiness and all we have to do is just hold on and stick with it…but we don’t dare entertain the idea of truly letting go. I let go and I feel sooo much better I had to share. No more empty promises, or unstable hope. Just plenty of room for beginings.
In other news I just turned in my application to AmeriCorps wish me luck!! xx
young and full of runnin tell me where has that taken me? …just a great figure eight or a tiny infinity.