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“To travel is to live.” -Hans Christian Andersen

Feelings
Tuesday, October 31, 2017 @ 12:01 AM

Love.

I have always wanted to believe that would be enough. But it never is, and never will be.

Love is a commitment. A promise. A hope for a future.

To love, is enabling someone to break your heart a million times over. To love, is finding yourself crying in the middle of the night, till the day breaks and till your eyes get so puffy the morning after and you can't open them well. To love, is to naively believe everything that is being said. To love, is the best and the worst emotion I have ever felt.

How can I know someone so much so well, yet feel so lost when I most need it?


Patience
Sunday, September 3, 2017 @ 1:31 AM

..my little grasshopper!

Is that how we say this?

Unemployment (by choice) is da bombz! Just a bit more......



Excited
Wednesday, August 23, 2017 @ 4:40 PM

...for my trip to Melbourne in less than a month!

Already starting to mentally pack a list and having all sorts of fun thoughts. I can't wait to spend a whole week in a wonderful place with my favourite person in the world.

My favourite person in the world.


Empty
Sunday, August 6, 2017 @ 11:12 PM

I've been feeling empty all evening.

Apparently it happens.


Gifts
Sunday, May 21, 2017 @ 5:50 PM

I got flowers last night. Always happy to receive them. But in that split second, a smidge of not-so-good thought entered my mind. Did he do something wrong? Are these apology flowers? Did he cheat on me? Why?! Then I get a little bit too hysterical in my head. Fortunately before I could say and/or ask anything stupid and probably start a fight that shouldn't have happened anyway, I told myself to accept them, say thank you and appreciate it.

Sometimes it's hard to accept being treated nice. Probably the shit men I have dated. Or rather, the one before this. I've been led to believe that anything remotely good isn't what it seems, but rather a little "bribe" for something later. I have been taught by that to never think a gift could be just a gift. I'm more than glad that part of my life is over.

Not sure what I ever did to deserve you in my life right now, but I thank my lucky stars that we met, and you make me so happy and I just wanna squish the life out of you with all my love. 


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