Favorite Words.

"And when God had compounded the whole,
He divided it up into as many souls
as there are stars,
and allotted each soul
to a star.
And mounting them
on their stars, as if on chariots,
He showed them
the nature of the universe
and told them the laws of their destiny."

--Plato

I love me a man in a vest.

It's just a vest... right?
Ohhh no no no my friends.
By some dark, mysterious force, this particular article of clothing has the power to transform me into an inarticulate, glutinous, blobfish-resembling mass of who knows what.
It is to me what kryptonite is to my pal C. Kent--
my greatest weakness.

Mm-mm-mm. I just wanna eat you all right up.

Om nom nom.

Oh, and this, just because everything about it is perfect.

(And also because I couldn't find one stinkin' good picture of JGL in his gorgeous Inception vest! Curse the Interwebs.)

Remember we said we were gonna live forever?

This song.

Last night it made me cry. Finally,
something was able to make me cry. For months
I've been containing those tears, afraid to own up
to the pain. Afraid those tears would make me hurt more.

When in fact, each tear that escaped somehow
healed a part of me. And this time, I knew
what I was crying for, and why I needed to cry for so long
and so hard.

It was because--

I don't know how to move on.
Or at least I didn't. The reason I couldn't get over him
was because I didn't want to.
But now, I do. Not because I don't still love him, but because this
will be better
for myself.

It was because--

I hate it when people tell me to 'just be myself.'
What if I don't know who that is?

Because--

I don't know how to feel the spirit anymore.

Because--

Now more than ever I feel the need to make something new, to create anything of worth.
But it's hard to be original.

Because--

Somehow my body doesn't let me translate my feelings into music like it used to.

Because--

If that one couple in high school--the one that was so perfect that anyone who saw them in the hall couldn't help but smile secretly to themselves, the one that no one ever expected would break up--if they couldn't even make it, is there any hope for me?

Because--

There are too many people that need to be loved, and too few that are willing to do the loving.

Because--

I don't know how to find peace.

I don't know, I don't know, I don't know.
Sad that those are probably the three words I've said most in my life.
When those three words should be I Love You.

BUT.

It's okay. Because I will be okay. After every last tear in my body had glided across my face and every uncertainty been realized, I finally felt the peace that for months I have been praying to find. The uncertainties are still there, but I feel reassured that I can now figure them out with confidence.

I'm ready to feel joy again--and pain.

Ready to replace the numbness.

Couldn't have said it better myself.

Politeness

by A.A. Milne

If people ask me,

I always tell them:

"Quite well, thank you, I'm very glad to say."

If people ask me,

I always answer,

"Quite well, thank you, how are you to-day?"

I always answer,

I always tell them,

If they ask me

Politely.....

BUT SOMETIMES

I wish

That they wouldn't.

Alan Alexander Milne, you my friend,
are a champ.

3 Things.

Every day:

1. Read the Book of Mormon.
2. Perform a kind deed.
3. Tell someone dear to me that I love them and mean it.

I will I will I will I will I will.

Still in Love.

"You forgive your first love anything."

I do not condone watching this terrible show, but I will admit that Glee has a few darn good one-liners every once in a while.

Why does this one have to be so true?

Here's the thing: One word from him and I would come running
all over again.
When it comes to him, I'd do anything.
I hate that I can't be stronger.

Beautiful Words.

The other day, Clark and I were trying to explain to Ali what a hipster is. (My brother is basically a hipster--he just doesn't want to admit it--so he knows all about this stuff.) And we were explaining how there were a select few who started this hipster revolution. We'll call them "The Originals" (Vampire Diaries anyone???). Anyway, we were telling her how these Originals really were the first ones to start wearing a certain type of clothing, start listening to a certain type of music and such. And they didn't really care what anyone else thought; they just had good taste (and they knew it). So, theoretically, the Originals really were unique in the beginning. Very unique, in fact. But pretty soon, they were joined by throngs of people who wanted to proclaim themselves as "unique" as well. And pretty soon, none of them were.

At this point, Ali had become a little frustrated:

"So basically what you're saying is that there is absolutely no way for me to be unique?"

To which Clark responded:

"Well. In a cynical, melancholy way, I guess... --Actually, no. There is one way that I know of, and that is to be a genuinely good person. Because to find one of those in this world--that's pretty rare."

Oh, brother. You are much too wise.

You'll probably never read this.

But I am so so sorry I ever wrote you that letter.

Maybe if I hadn't, I would still have you.

The Worst.

Finding out that your ex moved on WAY faster than you ever will.

Sometimes, you just need to make up a word because it doesn't already exist.

New word:

se·nor·el·ion ('se nər el yən)
n. The feeling of being replaced.

ex: And glimpsing that one touch of his hand on another's shoulder,
she was left in a state of senorelion.

It kinda hurts, ya know?

Hoppin' on the Bandwagon.

Yep. It's true. And the best part? Absolutely NO ONE knows. Bahaha.

So here's my blogging experiment:

Don't tell anyone. See how long it takes for people to discover it. And then be completely unreasonable and assume that the only people that are my friends are the ones who find it without me saying anything. Mmmhmm this is gonna be fun.

So there you go amigos. Prove to me how much you love me. ;)

Ready, set, find.