socal ! i love the beach. always giggling. kidd at heart. cooking up a storm. soon i will own my own bakery !
my life , my words.
Posted on Sunday, 1 December
Posted on Saturday, 30 November
Michelle K., Things I Wish I Knew How To Do. (via grillfriend)
Posted on Saturday, 30 November
me: *seductively runs hand through hair*
me: *seductively gets hand caught in huge knot*
Posted on Sunday, 24 November
So a long time ago , I met this dude at the club. A friend of a friend, and even though my ex bf was there and we were together, I still thought he was the cutest. He even hung around me all night , jst asking simple questions, like work , school , etc. even danced with mea. Little when this creeper kept pulling on my dress and hair, he stood in between and held my hand. then me and the ex broke up, but he got with such a pretty lady. They fit well, everybody wanted them to be together, so I moved on didn’t think much of it. Then I met TC, and me and him were so great that I never gave the dude a second thought. Then him and his girl broke up, guess it ended pretty bad. His is what happens when I love to Facebook stalk. Lols. Anyways. Now we both single, and is it weird that I really wanna ask him to hang out. Too bad our circles don’t run together anymore, cause I would love to jst sit and have a drink with him. But yeah, that’s my current problem I’ve been thinking about way tooooo much. Should I try and talk to him ? Or jst hope we will run into each other. Maybe if I go back to cypress. Lols. Oh well. I shouldn’t even be looking at guys. I need to be single. But it’s so hard. I’m not used to this.
This is how you lose her.
You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely.
You must remember when she forgets.
You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention.
She remembers when you forget.
You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.
You must learn her.
You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to.
You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.
And, this is how you keep her.
Posted on Saturday, 23 November
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