tattoo inspiration

I might be too afraid of commitment to get a tattoo... These are all so cute, though!

dovahkiin the dog

Oh, hi. Just a puppy appreciation post!

hellooo Park City, Utah!

I've been on vacation this past week with Garrett!  We went to Park City, Utah to ski for the week. I was born and raised in Florida and since my parents didn't travel much when I was younger, I've never actually gone out west, so this trip was a first for me.

Most of the trip was spent skiing falling down hills, whining about being sore, and freaking out about how much snow there was. Vacations with Garrett are always the best.

are you bored, too?

I'm having a tough time really getting back into blogging. I'm posting things, as you can see, but I'm not interested in any of the blogs I'm following. It's probably because I'm following the blogs I used to enjoy when I first got into blogging back in high school, but I don't really care about those things anymore. All the ultra clean posts... DIYs and outfit posts with fancy cameras and lighting. I don't know. Those blogs are pretty, but they feel like magazines and I can't find a voice I want to read, much less a voice I connect with.

I get so bored reading all of these posts... They're all trying to teach me something or sell me something, and I couldn't care less about whatever they're talking about. DIYs are fun and all, but we've gone from unique, interesting ideas to scribbling on our good linens and calling it DIY art. I don't get it. I just want to read about people's weird lives and the exciting but sort of ordinary day that they had.

I spent so much time on my last blog trying to keep up with other blogs - I had to post every day, comment on a certain number of blogs, keep up with my "favorite things" series of random stuff that I wanted (but usually couldn't afford), spotlight other super whimsical blogs that I loved (hoping they would talk about me, too), and post a certain number of photos of my face to keep people interested in me. It all feels so boring to me now...

Why did I care about any of that stuff? I need to find more interesting people. Tell me about your life! What do you like? Where do you want to go? What is your favorite color?

Mine is pink.

this heart isn't broken

You’re the only one who hasn’t caused me any heartbreak. We started dating when we were only 15… Now we’re sitting in our apartment together playing video games at the age of 21. We have a dog together, two pet mice, and two pet rabbits.

 My friends all insisted you were too nerdy for me, but you had the prettiest blue eyes; I didn’t care what they thought.

You should have never known that I liked you, but girls can’t keep secrets, and the first one I told ran to you. Your first text didn’t announce who you were, it only said “So I have pretty eyes, huh?”

I guess the rest is history. There have been ups and downs, both in extremes, but it’s been the best adventure I’ve gone on so far. You’re the hardest story to write because the story is still going. I love you. I guess that’s all anyone needs to know.

broken heart #7

Your story is the strangest, and I’m still not sure if it’s finished. You came into the picture during a time when I was depressed. My parents who had been married for 20 years had split without warning, I could barely pay my rent, and I felt like I couldn’t talk to anyone. I couldn’t talk to you either. I was am emotional and when I try to tell people what I’m feeling, the words don’t come out quite right.

Some days you were sweet, telling me how beautiful you thought I was, telling me you loved me, but other days you were aloof. You didn’t care how I was feeling or what it was that was bothering me.

We both are in other relationships, but when mercury retrograde shows it’s pretty face, we always seem to come back into each other’s lives. No matter what fights we had before, we suddenly care about each other again.

Mercury goes direct and we both fall off of each other’s radar. We can’t hold conversations. We lose interest. I’m still not sure if we’re completely through with one another.

broken heart #6

I met you shortly after my last breakup. You were the cousin of an acquaintance. We met at a football game where you kissed at least two other girls.

I giggled at everything you said, no matter how lame it was. I think you made me nervous more than anything, but you thought my laughter was me flirting. You hugged me and asked for a kiss goodbye. I didn’t say no.

The next few months you sent me a text every day after school. You would ask about my day and my classes. You would tell me you missed me. You needed someone to talk to is all it was, but I thought you were gorgeous, so what did it matter?

You asked if I’d meet up with you for sex. I was 15 and terrified. I said no and I never spoke to you again.