"your way better than that."
"you think so?"
"i know so."
"is that why you wanted to be my lover?"
"well. duh. you have nothing to worry about. your like an upgrade!"
"so if i was ugly youd still give me what ever i wanted?!"
"i doubt that, but yes if you were I told you I'd always be down for anything for you. and still love you."


Ah this made me laugh so hard when he told her that. Kids these days!
I love being one as well.
today seems so layed back.
i watched an amazing movie. Mar Adentro

Such a beautiful movie in every shape and form.


I will not spill any details, you just have to watch for yourself. I'm not going to lie, I actually cried. But it was worth it. Ah, it moved me so much.


Other than that today has been somewhat calming. Planning a trip on tuesday to Duarte to visit Marble with Sid. Should be fun. Scary, but fun. Thursday is my trip around LA with chris and that should be even better. This up coming week should be too exciting. Last but definitely not least, monday and saturday are going to be spent with the person who puts the biggest smile on my face. Those are going to be the best days.



Something inside me is wishing I could catch this problem in action. Even though I know what type of person you are, I know you like the back of my hand, I feel like someday all that is going to turn to ashes and blow away in the mourning wind. I know I'll feel less like myself and betrayed, but as long as what I think is confirmed I know my senses havent been drowned. I know that the blinking lights in front of me weren't wired wrong and they were guiding me to nowhere. But if they are wrong I'll know deep inside whats best is best. It is what it is. Lo-key. Hahaha that didnt fit in here in any shape or form but it was highly necessary. Hopefully, Im crossing my fingers, and legs, and hands, and arms, that I'm wrong. Please tell me I'm wrong.








I love writing about nothing, but I know once that nothing turns into something I know that these feelings were exactly what I decided to write out. The birds will call in the morning sun and I will wake up reading my feelings voiced through words. My words can be so lifeless sometimes. Maybe I don't want to feel the passion that I write. It's too depressing. To feel the way I think people feel in certain situations is starting to make my stomach hurt. Ah. If only things were black and white. But then Id have nothing interesting to write about, or to even think about for that matter. I'm just confusing myself in my own thoughts.





hm.....