I’ve had a couple of bad weeks lately and I’m determined to make this day off worth while. I’m going to:

• Clean my car
• Sweep the house
• Buy a hammock
• Buy some new eyeliner/lipstick
• Buy a new skirt

shmegel:

preferred pronouns: old sport

I haven’t been this happy in days! Celebrating my liberation from all things financial aid and school related by staying in bed all day with my furry angels.

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The more people that come and go within my life, the more likely I am to cherish them. I hold onto scraps of memories, and breathe them in when my heart aches for the past. 

I can’t go through a warm, rainy spring day without thinking of you.
I can’t smell the sea without remember the way you hated getting your hair wet. 
I can’t smell roses, smell hydrangea, smell lilies without first smelling you.

It seems as if the older I get, the more sentimental, more honest with myself I become. I can’t deny the fact that I’ve been shaped, molded, conformed to be the person I am by the people I once loved.