I reside in Florida where the sun shines and the beaches are hot. I started enrolling in College at 15, it's been going well since then. I have a strong passion for art; painting and piano is something I’m good at it. I think smart/quick thinking people are incredible.
3. A book you love.
Well, to be honest I can’t say I’ve read so many. However, as silly as it sounds, the book thief was always my favorite ever since I read it a million years ago.
2. Something you feel strongly about.
I feel strongly about the Mario Novoa Foundation. It was created after the death of a friend, and his family created a foundation to help others prevent what happened to him. I’m still working on the website for them, but feel free to check it out now :)
http://www.marionovoafoundation.com <3
1. Five ways to win my heart.
- Take me out for ice cream if it’s hot, or for Starbucks when it’s cold.
- Make me laugh.
- Amazing eyes that light up with an amazing smile make me melt like butter.
- Be honest, and not just the “I’ll tell you the truth and not cheat” type kind of honest. The kind of honest that comes from being genuine; no faked feelings and what not.
- Lastly, but more importantly, you need to get along with my family. They mean the world to me, and if they like you, that means vacations together! Cha-ching.
My town
And some/most of the people in it:
- No goals.
- No priorities.
- No concerns.
- No respect for themselves/others.
- No common sense.
- No idea how stupid they look when they brag about being on probation/going to jail.
Like come on, it’s driving me up a wall.
“Shhh.”
“Quiet!” He voice rang out around me and I stopped giggling, suddenly aware we were crawling around on our hands and knees chasing each other. It was evident something was wrong, he was just staring at me so seriously.
“What is it?” I whispered softly, I might’ve even whimpered. I wasn’t sure why he said to be quiet, I couldn’t tell if he was angry or if he heard something.
“Will you just be quiet for a second?” His dark brown eyes just stared at me. I felt the pressure amounting into something big. It was dark now, the small wood flooring grew frigidly cold and I could feel myself starting to fidget under his gaze.
He started to speak again, “I know you hate it when I stare at you.” He laughed a little and just smiled. Of course, that made my nerves die down a bit, not entirely.
“Yeah, I really do. You’re such a creeper!” I punched him in the shoulder jokingly, “You can stop anytime now.” I said to him.
“No, I don’t think I can.” He kept looking at me, but this time his eyes were softer. Everything was on pause, and I kept holding my breathe hoping he’d break the silence.
“Oh why is-” I started to say, when he interrupted.
“SHHHH!” He cupped his hand around my mouth and held me close. “Do you hear that?” He whispered in my ear.
I wrestled his hand away and propped myself up against the wall, “What the fuck Johnny, what are you talking about?” I looked around like crazy thinking someone was going to jump through the door and into the empty room.
He scooted over close to me, and told me plainly, “That’s the sound of us falling in love.” I looked at him for a second, maybe two, before I got what he was saying.
“You’re so cliche and soppy. You know that right?” I just glared at him like the big idiot he was.
“Yeah but you love it.” He smiled, and so did I.
“It’s okay.”
“Is it really?” Her glanced up slowly, her face made my stomach turn. It wasn’t ugly, it was beautiful; beautiful and sad. You could tell that she had suffered, yet her eyes shown so brightly it gave me strength.
“Yes really, I wouldn’t be here if everything wasn’t okay. I promise it will be alright.” I took her arms and hugged them tight around me. We weren’t going to be apart ever again.
Remember when I saw you last.
“You know,” she mumbled softly, “I didn’t really think I’d be here right now. I never would have imagined this to happen to me again.” She glanced up, and looked around.
“Is that a bad thing?” A sweet soft voice rang out.
“Not nessacerily I guess. It’s nice, to be back. In fact, this might be the happiest I’ve been in months. Ya know? I just wonder what happens next, because I know for a fact this is just too good to seriously be true.” She turned around and walked to the corner of the room where she bent down to scoop up her purse and pull out her phone, awkwardly checking it for anything new.
The voice called out sorrowfully from behind her, “It is.”
Her heart plummetted, straight into the pit of her stomach. Her cheeks turned pink, flushed with pain. Her eyes began to tear up, and her breathing came in heavy gasps. She stood up, smoothing the wrinkles in her dress. Turning towards the door she grabbed her purse and fought hard not to look back on her way out.
After too much rain, we ask for sun. After too much sun we ask for rain. We can’t appreciate something until we experience the lack of it.
The same way we don’t appreciate anyone until they’re gone and out of your life.
I maybe read it over a thousand times.
That’s what we all do though, right? Read things over again and try to grip the fact that yes, it’s real. Whether we would want them to be or not, we can all see it was legit. Those ideas and feelings that transposed themselves into words, well those horrid and heartbreaking words will never change.
They’ll just stare you in the face; cruel and sinister as they are. It’s amazing what a couple of words can do to you in a matter of seconds. It might not be something someone’s said to you. It could be something they said for everyone but you, or no one at all. It could have been posted just to get it out in the open, or written to make its self known. It may have all the meaning in the world, or it may have absolutely none at all.
It doesn’t matter why the word or sentence or paragraph exists. What matters is the effect it has on your feelings after you read it.
Did it make you inspired, did it make you laugh because you saw the irony in it? Did it make you frustrated that you didn’t think of that slogan before? Or did it totally, and absolutely rip your heart off your sleeve? Because for those of you who apply your feelings to the latter, your heart was ripped right off the sleeve because that is where you wore it.
Unfortunately, that is the problem.
Never mind, I’ll bite my tongue.
“I’m happy, and perfectly fine.” The words kind of flowed out, as if saying them aloud to herself made them any bit more real. The truth though was evident, and when she looked in the mirror it was just too plain to see how she truly felt. Lonely, tired and exhausted.
It hurt, somewhat sort of, to feel the pang in her stomach. She could feel it spreading when her eyes started to swell. She felt it every night, around the same time when things died down from her complex schedule. Running around all day had kept her busy; her studies, her friends, her family. When she got home and slipped into her jam jams, the atmosphere changed. It was quieter, and she hated the quiet. Especially all the darkness and space that came with it, every time.
