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nikkikoala90:

A picture is worth 1,000 words

I did this once in high school and I mentally cringe to think that was about eight years ago now. I rarely wear make up because it makes me feel tired both physically and emotionally, but I do my hair because that feels more like it’s my own. Though I would have gladly taken my mother’s straight hair in comparison to my father’s curly hair — though I have to admit that when I’m having a good hair day, it’s a great hair day… Just when also the vice versa is true. My parents are some of my best friends which I guess is weird to a lot of people. I sometimes am like “How did I even turn out this way?” but then I remember that I have my mother’s emotions but I handle them a lot like my dad, whichbecause of both of these things explains my temper and my assertiveness in convictions and my compassion. I have a passion for people and a talent for loving, at least I think so. It’s like how I like to write and I was published once even though that’s really that’s now embarrassing and I write something I like maybe once a year, but I’m not a writer. Or how I love swing dancing, and I am actually good at keeping a steady frame for someone as impressively clumsy as me, but I’m not a dancer. But I hope I can be described as a lover, even though I am lacking in the romantic entanglements. I just feel reading people is something that comes naturally to me, even though I can get it wrong just like everything else, and I do my best to be there for people and fight for them, staunchly loyal. I am a lover and I am a fighter for love and I just care about people and at the very least I want to be remembered for that. I try to live my life openly, the entire objective of this post, because I hate how many guessing games there are for figuring out what people are thinking or feeling when I think it hurts more than it helps when people could just say, “I love you” and maybe I sometimes go too far in the other direction but at least then people know and I know. It’s funny, though, I don’t allow a lot of people in when I am hurting but I can talk about it after. I think it’s because I have gotten damn good at cataloging my feelings but I still get overwhelmed while processing them. I am trying to improve myself and when I look back at the me from five, three, one year ago, I like the progress I’ve made but it never feels like enough and I am so impatient when I know where I want to be, and sometimes I feel like I am battling all these battles about who I currently am and who I think I should be and who it is actually feasible for me to be and making sure who I am is actually who I want to be and not what someone else wants and realizing what is a part of me that will never change and I just have to trust someone will love. For someone who is trying to evolve, I am such a creature of habit. The majority of my wardrobe and bedroom is blue/teal and anything that’s not is usually a gift from someone else. I am one of those who orders the same thing at a restaurant because I am afraid of paying $10+ for mediocrity. I can make one dish and it’s called tetrazini and it’s my favorite but I should probably learn to cook more. I’ve had the same favorite animal since I was six and have a stuffed animal to prove it. I love manatees so much I’m pretty sure my patronus would be one. I’ve always wanted to go swimming with them and I “almost” did but still have not actually had the chance. I am a nerd by the stereotype because I adore some silly things like Firefly, Doctor Horrible, Lizzie Bennet, Harry Potter and Star Wars, and I have such an obsessive personality that I can get wrapped up in something from anywhere from a whole weekend to years. But what I love most stories, whether it’s a book or a movie or a TV show are relationships and sure, plot is important to me but I could watch a show about two people who don’t get they’re in love sitting on a couch for a half hour. That’s actually why I read a lot of fanfiction because sometimes people on the Internet depict intimacy better than motion picture producers. It’s what I look for in music too, though I can admit, I just like some shitty music sometimes. Mostly, it’s akin to a soccer mom’s taste in music, and John Mayer be kind of a douchebag, but I’ve related to his lyrics more than any other artist’s. I have a lot of standby jokes like that soccer mom because I would be the perfect soccer mom, like when people ask what I do and I explain I examine deeds and mortgages for a living and I say, “It’s about as exciting as it sounds.” I can be really corny, but I do think I am funny and that is one thing I can pride myself on. I related to the Nurse in Romeo and Juliet because she was the comic relief and sometimes I feel like that time in Scrubs where JD is the sidekick in his own fantasy. I’ve come to terms with the fact that, yes, I do fall in love quickly but I’ve learned how to fall out of love just as quickly. My mind is never off. This didn’t come out how I want it but I think I could like it — and that’s me.

mostly for admiration

theghostofgrace:

The joke by chino-rino2

So, so true.

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