“…for falling in love with you,
And fool that I am for thinking you loved me too.”
It is said the human mind is what sets us most apart from animals. If that’s the case, I’ll apply for a downgrade, all this thinking is making my eye twitch.
Isn’t it funny that when we feel a certain way about something and it’s a strong enough feeling, we can make ourselves believe anything we want to? Even when we know, deep down inside, it isn’t true, it isn’t our reality. Or isn’t it funny that we can turn the simplest action of someone else’s into meaning so much more than it actually does. A text, a smile, a joke, a sentence…a night.
Love. When someone proclaims it to you, we have no reasonable doubt not to believe it to be true, until the aftermath of it all, in which what once seems so concrete, tangible and real turns into a phrase of skepticism, second-guessing and disillusion. Hearing it, seeing people portraying the artificial words to each other turns your stomach and feels like the cast from Stomp has made your heart their stage for the day. And all the while, the culprit, the connoisseur of words has no idea of the heartache caused. Naturally, that person sees no significance in what he previously said. It was taken back, and also struck from his memory, they don’t exist between you and him.
Yet, within you, they dwell. They dwell in the depths of what is left of your heart, which has now been removed from your sleeve and buried where no one can see it.
If there’s any chance of you getting the feeling reciprocated one day, you got to play it cool, man. Act like you don’t want him, play around with other people’s emotions just to get his attention or comfort yourself. I mean, Prince Charming isn’t going to come back if you are drooling all over him, you have to play it right.
If I have to play it right, then why does it feel like I already lost? I guess Backstreet Boys were right, if the games with my heart don’t quit, I will get torn apart…or was it “If you want it to be good girl, get yourself a bad boy?” Even the dynamic dreamy five were sending mixed messages. I guess there is no such thing as Prince Charming.
Confusion; misunderstanding something or someone. The crossroad between what you want and what you know you should do, yet not knowing what to do about it.
Confusion; stems from the inability to make a concise decision for yourself. Leaving you with the need to make decisions based off of other people in our lives. Scares us with change, leaving us clinging to what we are comfortable with.
What is a confused one to do?
so i was bored and was like.. oh hey let me check out moomoo’s tumblr.. and i get here and you stole my frickin layout ya boob! i call party foul!
Since Sunday night this song has been in my mind, since then I honestly must have listened to it about 20 times. It all started when my friend Liz showed me a cover of it and I then decided to listen to the real thing. I found this acoustic “un-plugged” version and I fell in love with this 90’s song all over again. It may seem silly but it makes me extremely happy and want to cry all during one song. I feel like I can really relate to it at this point in my life, or that I should just really take its advice. Its tells me no one is perfect and not everything in life will go the way you plan but as long as you keep “one hand in your pocket,” and keep grounded, you can do what you will with the other. No one has life in the palm of their hand, and sometimes you need to be reminded that, “everything’s gonna be fine, fine, fine.”
“And what it all boils down to
Is that no one’s really got it figured out just yet
I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is playing the piano”
Today I watched 5 episodes of Lost. I have never watched a show that captures my attention and emotions so much like this one. I think sometimes i get really emotional about this show. Everything about it is phenomenal.
Coloring therapy uses the activity of coloring as a self help medium.
“Everyone is equal at the coloring table. Being together, where everyone can move at their own pace, can make that foundation where trust and communication is possible. In this atmosphere, many family difficulties can be resolved and relationships can be improved.”
I couldn’t agree more. I love to color.
Through our manic multimedia world, where media converges with our own individual convenience, it may make it hard for journalism majors, like myself, to stay hopeful about the future of the business. Almost everyday I hear that the newspaper industry is “dying,” and yet I can’t help but believe the exact opposite. I think Journalism is evolving and expanding for the better. I believe a blog site like Tumblr is a great way to express myself and what I am interested in writing about. So within all the craziness of school, work, and people getting me down, I will let Tumblr refresh my mind.