i'd never admit it to a living soul

but i just want to be famous

FAME

WHORE

time flies

nina-ism of the day:

whether or not you know what you want to do with your life,  if you put your effort into something instead of wasting away your time doing nothing, the universe will guide that energy to where it's naturally meant to be expended.

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don't be so amazing

or i'll miss you too much

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EDIT

i'm realizing how stupid it is to pour out every negative emotion onto my blog (although it is quite therapeutic) especially when those very people i am type-yelling at have access to it. so i've decided to edit most of my crazy woman posts. plus, i've been (sorta) cleansed of all the negativity that had culminated in what used to be this post so i think it's okay to delete it. however:

you are still sus as fuck.

my birthday weekend consisted of:

1) infants and hash

2) three parking tickets

3) laryngitis

4) UTI

but i'm not complaining :)

free

i tried

but all i want is *** (nothing more/less)

 

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i'm trying to learn how to love--the no expectations, the free kind of love. 

i'm trying to learn how to share the beautiful things and people i come upon in life.

i'm trying to learn how to let things be instead of enforcing what my brain has been socialized to deem acceptable or appropriate.

i'm trying to learn how to celebrate change instead of obsessing over nostalgia and fond memories.

as my grasp gets firmer with time, the essence of what is so great seems to seep through the cracks between my fingers faster and faster. my mind knows there's nothing i can do about it..but every other part of me--my body, my heart, my spirit--instinctively tries to grab on tighter. in my head, i know that i have to let things be, let things flow, let things fall apart, fade, wilt naturally. yet my mind is so clouded by memories and feelings to realize that the end of one thing is only the beginning of something new. 

i was once told that i shouldn't hang bouquets of roses upside down on my wall to desiccate because flowers were meant to die. this is true but i was still sad to watch dead petals falling onto my desk until there was nothing left but a bald bulb.

i just need to remind myself that out in wasco there are fields of roses with over 50 million plants well and alive.

don't sweat the petty things

pet the sweaty things.

ooowwweeeee!!!!

just...wow

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