My life would be complete if I could see the northern lights. The beauty of auroras just kill me inside so good.
The colors of the sun...so beautiful.
Need I mention that the image below was taken in Australia.
I have been feeling inspired lately...to write actually [a lot of thanks to Alanis Morissette]. Which is such a shame that I have not have time to write here. I've done a ton of writing for my summer classes thus far and definitely see what a drag all this is going to be. At least sociology of deviance will be interesting. I love the word. Deviant...deviance...devious...deviancy.
Tomorrow is my 4 month anniversary with my boyfriend. I find it fascinating that I have bumped into a former classmate last night at a bar and he is soon to be married to a girl that he has been with for the same time. I find that quite bizarre. It is one thing if you truly feel it is right but the vibes I was getting from him didn't tell me it was right. And I said so.
I feel like releasing some of what has been boiling around in my consciousness, that I may touch upon more some other time:
I am frightened when I see girls that are physically much smaller than I am that are pregnant. Super skinny and petite...holding vital life. All I can think is, "Owwwwwwwww....."
People always envy my ability to turn off my hearing aids in an instant when desired, yet no one wants to be deaf. No one.
I have realized that my manager will probably never want to fire me. She has it quite good with me. It's a good feeling, that security.
I'm obsessed with the endings of things. Destruction. Desolation. Closure. Completion. Dissolution. Demise. Consummation. Discontinuation. Termination. Departure. Waning. Ceasing. Execution. Resolution. Death.
I prefer not to eat in silence.
I hate fake families in commercials. I hate these shows and fronts that people put up. I hate these layers that are worthless in the end to pull back. Deception.
Every guy took until he lost me to realize how good he had it.
Would you want to choose the day you or another dies?
Most women outlive their husbands. My good friend finally saw P.S. I Love You, and after many tears discussed with her husband the horrid idea of dealing the the death of each other. She desired to die first.
If you really had the choice...how would you make it? Death is going to happen any way and regardless there is nothing easy about it.
In the end, it is a good thing we don't know when we are going to die. It makes the choice for us.
Clouds are like slow motion explosions in the sky. Watch the world end...slow....slowly.....
The colors of the sun...so beautiful.
Need I mention that the image below was taken in Australia.I have been feeling inspired lately...to write actually [a lot of thanks to Alanis Morissette]. Which is such a shame that I have not have time to write here. I've done a ton of writing for my summer classes thus far and definitely see what a drag all this is going to be. At least sociology of deviance will be interesting. I love the word. Deviant...deviance...devious...deviancy.
Tomorrow is my 4 month anniversary with my boyfriend. I find it fascinating that I have bumped into a former classmate last night at a bar and he is soon to be married to a girl that he has been with for the same time. I find that quite bizarre. It is one thing if you truly feel it is right but the vibes I was getting from him didn't tell me it was right. And I said so.
I feel like releasing some of what has been boiling around in my consciousness, that I may touch upon more some other time:
I am frightened when I see girls that are physically much smaller than I am that are pregnant. Super skinny and petite...holding vital life. All I can think is, "Owwwwwwwww....."
People always envy my ability to turn off my hearing aids in an instant when desired, yet no one wants to be deaf. No one.
I have realized that my manager will probably never want to fire me. She has it quite good with me. It's a good feeling, that security.
I'm obsessed with the endings of things. Destruction. Desolation. Closure. Completion. Dissolution. Demise. Consummation. Discontinuation. Termination. Departure. Waning. Ceasing. Execution. Resolution. Death.
I prefer not to eat in silence.
I hate fake families in commercials. I hate these shows and fronts that people put up. I hate these layers that are worthless in the end to pull back. Deception.
Every guy took until he lost me to realize how good he had it.
Would you want to choose the day you or another dies?
Most women outlive their husbands. My good friend finally saw P.S. I Love You, and after many tears discussed with her husband the horrid idea of dealing the the death of each other. She desired to die first.
If you really had the choice...how would you make it? Death is going to happen any way and regardless there is nothing easy about it.
In the end, it is a good thing we don't know when we are going to die. It makes the choice for us.
Clouds are like slow motion explosions in the sky. Watch the world end...slow....slowly.....
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