The Great Gatsby! TONIGHT!
Just got home from a very tiring class. It is pouring down and I didn’t have an umbrella. So I arrived home at midnight, soaked and hungry. But nothing matters because:
a) I ate a yummy dinner
b) I am getting into bed, all warm and cozy
c) I am downloading and will watch THE MINDY PROJECT finale before going to sleep. YAY!
I’ve got a tight grip on reality
but I can’t
Let go of what’s in front of me here…
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One of my favorite things when travelling on a bus or a cab is to look out people’s windows. I know, sounds creepy but it really isn’t. I love the perspective generated by looking up these big tall buildings at dusk and seeing all the lights go up, and maybe get a glimpse of a bookcase or a couch or a kitchen, even if it is for a second. Within these seconds you can just feel the coziness of someone else’s home, and picture people coming back to their houses after a long, tiring day and being welcome by their books and family and pets and lovely corners, you know? You get to enter - just for a few seconds - to these intimate familiar places where people can vent by cooking or sleeping or listening to music (etc.) and just be themselves and leave the city noise and their sucky days behind.
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So yeah one day I saw this photo and I was like “I love this girl, I wanna be her” basically because she has my signature sweaters and my bangs and my bun and so yeah, I want to be myself. How narcissistic is that, right? I don’t have the need for glasses anymore tho, and I never had those kind of glasses. I couldn’t pull them off. She can tho, she’s pretty enough!.
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I always struggle with this… I’m too proud sometimes to be the bigger person and take the first step. And sometimes that leaves me feeling alone or forgotten.
Today an old friend remembered me - and I was actually struggling with the “should I call her or not”; it was like she read my mind! - and it felt SO good. It’s so lame, I know, but it felt great to be reached out to and remembered for like ONCE in my life.
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okay. Maybe.
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do you ever just wake up and go “nope” and roll over and go back to sleep
