I’d like for you to look at me the way I used to be looked at. I’d like to be who I used to be, smaller, better, prettier, younger. I’d like to be the kind of girl you’d look at if you were looking. I’d like to know the language of where you came from. I’d like to see inside those eyes and what’s behind them. But mostly I’d like for you to like me. I’d like it if you could see past me, see through me, see into me. I’d like for you to see me the way I see me. I’d like a chance, at any rate.
If you follow me on Twitter you will know two things about me that others might not know, which is that I’m obsessed and Tweet about 2 things in particular more than any other things: sleep and coffee. Sleep and coffee, folks. I can’t ever have enough of either. For all my life I’ve […]
… I would tell you that I’m going to a wedding today that I have been looking forward to all summer, but my anxiety is threatening to ruin it for me. … I would tell you that I have the intention of giving up alcohol after today, which makes the anticipation of this “last hurrah” […]
I’ve absolutely become that kind of person who always wants some fresh flowers in the house. It has happened. Related