slip off my pants and take off my bra. never fails. i hate pants. even in winter ill run around in some booty shorts and long socks.
I never make the first move. But i reciprocate. You want it? You come get it.
i think one can argue that there are different types of drugs. there are prescription drugs, anti-psychotics, pain medication, street drugs and “harmless” drugs (ie weed.) but i think they all do the same thing. we are a medicated society. any pain, fear, anxiety, or feeling we deem “unbearable” or “bad” there is a drug for. we don’t know how to deal with life. our generations continue on, becoming less connected to human emotions and human relationships in general and so we become more connected and attached to things that make us depend on them - adderrall, alcohol, weed, whatever. society makes us this way and yet tapers access to these things. i think it’s all a sham and we’re all becoming numb. to everything. notice how i didn’t say drugs were bad or good, because i don’t think there is ever a clear cut line as to what is good or bad (hardcore street drugs exempt). i just want people to really look at how deeply they need something and what they are trying to cover up for. if it’s legitly going to help you - take them. if it’s something you can correct by looking deep inside yousrelf and changing it from the inside..find a way to do that.
to forget about the good things in life, because they become so marred and hidden underneath the ugliness and the chaos of life. but that is why we appreciate our blessings so much more. this past year was a whirlwind for me. i have never in my life been taken so high and so low in the last 11 months as i have this year.
i am thankful for that.
i am now in a place totally different than where i was at the beginning of this year. and it’s a good place. i don’t need a day to count my many blessings. everyday i have my family, my job, my health, my friends - my breath, is a blessing. i am going to bundle that up and keep it close as i go into the new year.
any of this.
you can’t want greatness for someone else. they have to want it, too. you can want them to be great, lead them to greatness, show them greatness and help them excel to reach their greatest potential, but that is all you can really do if they have no will in themselves to be great.
i have come across a few people in my life that i really either want to be with or love or surround myself with, but i have found that if they aren’t trying to strive for higher like i am - i get frustrated with them. and it’s only because i know they could be doing better and reaching higher and going for greatness. i am not great. i have not reached that platform. but i am striving. and great doesn’t mean having your name sprawled across history book pages or chanted from many mouths of crowded spaces, it just means wanting to better yourself constantly. in every way.
i get frustrated because i don’t know why someone wouldn’t want that for themselves…
“We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust.”
i am sending out packages this week. i like sending them out almost as much as getting them —almost. although, i don’t get them very often unless it’s something very special or my mom sends me a box of bills. whomp whomp. one is going out to my friend Tee for her birthday, one to my not-so-secret ”Secret Santa”, a CD for my dawg Phi (we trade music back and forth) and one big one for my friend Chelsea stationed in Romania for the Peace Corps. Romanian addresses are CRAZY, fyi!
i’m also going to start rummaging through my closet for old coats and blankets to donate to the Homeless and Coats for Kids (and adults). I have a closetful of stuff I don’t need or use! You should follow suit!