When you come across a pen that writes absolutely...
you’re like: and then when you lose it you’re like: Not sure if that first gif really captures what I feel when I find an awesome pen. More like I start writing stupid shit so I can prolong the sweet sweet feeling of a writing with a good pen. Otherwise, this post is accurate. I am shameless about stealing pens I find in public spaces, even if they don’t write terribly well.
Dreams vs. Ambitions
[Not a verbatim account of a conversation I had with my Twiney]
Me: I wish I was paid to dress pretty every day.
Twiney: You could. You could become one of those fashion bloggers. [Insert some famous Italian fashion blogger name]'s paid ridiculous amounts of money to dress nicely, or decently, every day and let people take pictures of her.
Me: Yeah, but I don't think I have the talent or ability to pull off that kind of job.
Twiney: Sometimes it's not even about how good you are. Like, not all of [that Italian fashion blogger]'s outfits are amazing. Some of them are just okay. Like, she looks decent. You just have to be dedicated. You have to dedicate all of your time. All of her time is spent thinking about what outfit she's going to wear next.
I can see where she's coming from, but as much as I like dressing up, I could never obsess THAT much about my daily outfits and current fashion. It just gets too hectic at some point. Not to mention, being expected to never wear an outfit twice? What a waste!
Off-topic, but I split infinitives like no other. I would just like you all to know that I am aware and I purposely do it.
I may be loyal to a fault, but I’ve already begun to embrace that part of me. Once I decide that you’re someone I hold dear, you’ll find that it’s hard to shake me off. As you know, I hate losing people. When I say I value you, I’m not promising that I’ll never hurt you or that I’m expecting you to do the same. When I say I support you, it doesn’t...
Just bought ...
A ukulele. I refuse to regret this decision. It’s going to be awesome.
Two of my favorite things about ... spring rain
vanquishing puddles with my invincibility boots (aka rain boots) dark tree bark juxtaposed with fresh green leaves Two things I hate about spring rain worms on the pavement (that get squashed) chilly breezes