It turns out I'm human after all
I walk through the casino slowly, only because it’s been less than a month since I turned 21 and I want to cherish the feeling of knowing I won’t be shooed out. I’m carrying $22.01 in cash and change, my room key, debit card, and driver’s license. Looking at the names of the machines I repeat in my head “I’ll know it when I see it.” Casinos are the...
The more you look outside of yourself the more urgent it will feel that you need...– Lessons in being 21
Follow my lead.
In the beginning I was dancing to my favorite song, by myself. All I heard was my heart and all I felt was wind and blood rushing through me, and the only noises I made were natural exhales and sighs. And then they started applauding, and throwing roses. And that’s when it all started to change. That’s when I started to put on a show. And it’s terrible how so very tacky...
It's what they call "having faith"
I guess that even if it doesn’t feel like it, sometimes you have to trust that: Your inside really is more important than your outside Self respect is more important than falling in love You’re allowed to say “you can’t have me” to the thing that you want, that doesn’t want you back falsely believing you’re better than you are is better than falsely...
It happened again.
Hearts are a powerful fucking force, and saying “no” to them is probably the hardest thing you can ever, ever do. You would think that that means you shouldn’t go against it, but sometimes you have to. Sometimes somewhere even deeper inside of yourself you know that your heart will never be satisfied. And sometimes you just can’t go for another round. The beauty and the...
aatelophobia: Winning is winning. Losing is winning. Fighting is winning. Trying is winning. Falling is winning. Success is winning. Failing is winning. Crying is winning. Bleeding is winning. Screaming is winning. GIVING UP IS LOSING.
I am so in love with myself.
It’s bordering on narcissism the way I get distracted by my own reflection. But I’d rather be hopelessly in love with my body and who I am than in constant war with it.