May 2013
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Sometimes I get anxiety over how trapped I am if I really stop and think about it.
Everyone says you should be happy when you wake up and be happy with what you’re doing with your life.
But then everyone also says you have to pay your dues.
So how long do I have to not be happy to eventually be happy? Because happiness is not a guarantee, I don’t think.
April 2013
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Sometimes I just look up at you and I can’t believe how much love I feel.
Sometimes I think I can write more, but then I stop at one sentence because that’s all I really know how to say.
You leave me speechless.
March 2013
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I’m really insecure about my body image.
Working in the TV industry hasn’t helped that at all. I have a bachelor’s degree in Women’s Studies, and I do consider myself a feminist. You’d think that by now I’d have a handle on all this.
The truth is, I don’t.
I recently joined 24 Hour Fitness not only in an attempt to ease my anxiety, but also to get...
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I'm so fickle. But I'm back.
I tried some other blog platforms but I just don’t like them as much as I like tumblr.
Here’s what’s happened in my life since I stopped posting regularly:
I fell in love with a boy
A boy I had known for two years
And now we’ve been together for about 9.5 months
I got a job at a radio and a tv station
That’s about it. I’d love it if we could get...
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If you’re going to be cynical, life is full of pain. So full that it lurks at the end of dark hallways where you knew light to be.
But I think what makes life beautiful, in some tragic naïve way, is when we live in spite of it. To walk toward the darkness, and smile.
February 2013
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I always knew I loved to write. I just never knew what I wanted to do with my writing.
I like telling stories, but specifically I love telling the stories of real people. I like the imperfection of a dialect and the misspellings and improper grammar of raw communication.
I like that everyone is a little rough around the edges.
I’ve finally figured it out today that I want to capture...
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Have you guys ever had any interesting encounters in an elevator? Tell me about them!! With strangers, with someone you know — appropriate, inappropriate — put them in my ask or reply to this post!
January 2013
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I live in a messy apartment with my boyfriend. We started out with two twin mattresses on the floor, pushed together.
Thank god we have a queen now.
But there’s just something romantic about the mess and the imperfection. Because I’ve never been happier.
December 2012
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November 2012
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Don’t you just have those days where you want to quit everything.
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“I’m dancing to put a ring on it…hehe”
– My dad, via text
October 2012
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Bright Eyes is good pity party music. It’s good because while you listen to them they complement your mood perfectly. But they’re also good because they’re too good at being mopey— so eventually you’ll get tired of them and be in a better, more optimistic mood.
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Dealing with stressful situations and incompetent people is hard enough without also having to deal with your period. Because now I just feel like crying.
I want to go home.
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My boyfriend randomly buys me chocolate. :3
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Things I have learned so far in the broadcast...
Since the summer I’ve been working at a local tv station, and today was my first day at my new job at a radio station. I woke up at 3am to go to work by 4am and was finished by 6pm.
This isn’t a “boo, my life sucks post,” it’s not even a, “I love my life even though it’s hard” post. This is a post about how if you ever really want something, you...
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Sometimes I just feel really crappy — like because I messed up at work or something. Or I feel like I blew an opportunity. And I spend my day trying not to make it a big deal.
But then there’s something about seeing your mom that makes you spill out all of the bottled up emotions you have because I saw my mom today and just wanted to start balling.
And she told me everything was...
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My parents always know that I work hard, and thy appreciate that obviously, but whenever they take the time to tell me that they’re really proud of me, I just, well, you know me, I wanna cry.
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1) stayed out till 1am this morning.
2) got up at 4am to go to work
3) went to a job interview and NAILED IT (fingers crossed)
4) currently at work at the second job
I ain’t even tired tho.
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“Plenty of liquor—we’ll make it.”
– Allison Shields
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I have like 95 drafts right now and I was going to delete a bunch, but they really tell the story of y life the past few years.
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I can’t believe I’m an adult. One who pays rent and has a job and is in a committed relationship because I sure as hell don’t feel like one.
I feel like a baby. All I do is eat and cry.
September 2012
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: "Stare at cake... and eat it too." (blog sample) →
brilliantidea:
That sinfully chocolate, drool-inducing piece of cake is sitting in the office break room, calling your name. You’ve had a long day, it’s been 2 hours since lunch, and you just want…something.
The fourteen times I announced the first day of a successful diet, was the fourteen times I’ve…
All of this is real and true.
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It’s funny how fast I can go from wanting to fight everyone to wanting to cry.
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I’m always excited to complain to my mom about my period when I see her because then she knows I’m not pregnant.
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One time someone texted me: “U know anyone for coke?”
And the first thing I literally thought was “they sell coke at the store…” like they were talking about the soda.
So my response was: “What do you mean?”
I never claimed to be as cool as all you drugged up youngins.
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Some days just feel lonely, you know.
