You're so afraid of taking chances, how are you going to reach the top?

It's strange how one could suddenly change perceptions at a magical moment. As if one suddenly met the lady of luck, she gave you a direction. " Turn left dear. See you always knew the way. You just needed someone to tell you you were right." I'm acustoming to university life. I know I've made the right choice, I am having positive thoughts, I feel... Right. Not infitnite, but right. Like I'm at the right place, doing the right thing and going towards a right direction. Does that make any sense? I feel it does! I know and believe things will continue going right, they may not be going well all the time, but they will somehow be alright. Sometimes I look around me and I'm so consciously aware of what I have yet learnt or experienced. So many people I've yet met and know and understand, so many places to go, things to learn. It's like there's so many things you could do and so many things going on at once you feel like you're going to enjoy exploring everything at your own time. I've stopped worrying about making more friends, somehow I think fate has a strange way of putting certain people around me to make me stop and wonder just how I got so lucky, but it has disappointed me equally much. Despite so I light up at moments I meet my class girls or the Tk friends I see around school. I've also started revising and I can't wait to start reading my lit texts. I'm slightly worried about the upcoming essays and projects but I'm going to get it settled by putting my best in everything! Bye!

“But Catherine did not know her own advantages - did not know that a good-looking girl, with an affectionate heart and a very ignorant mind, cannot fail of attracting a clever young man, unless circumstances are particularly untoward.”

Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey

“I don’t know if you or I exist, but somewhere there are poems about us.”

— Linh Dinh, Poetry Sightings

Something like Olivia

Had a wonderful day!

Now I'm playing something like Olivia on repeat while dancing the awkward moves you see Taylor swift dance in you belong with me in my new favorite polka dots dress and I'm workinggggg it!

I like singing in cars. I like car rides home with oldies on the radio I know the lyrics to and serenade or torture everyone with lyrics I somewhat know and going somewhat off-key. But hey, daddy say I sound like Cindy lauper.
Okay.... Granted... He's bias. Hahaha!

“Let’s start with this statistic: You are delicious. Be brave, my sweet. I know you can get lonely. I know you can crave companionship and sex and love so badly that it physically hurts. But I truly believe that the only way you can find out that there’s something better out there is to first believe there’s something better out there. What other choice is there?”

Greg Behrendt, He’s Just Not That Into You

[…] in that drunken place
you would
like to hand your heart to her
and say
touch it
but then
give it back.”

Charles Bukowski

The world is so big but I'm so small.

Women

“What if all women were bigger and stronger than you? And thought they were smarter? What if women were the ones who started wars? What if too many of your friends had been raped by women wielding giant dildos and no K-Y Jelly? What if the state trooper who pulled you over on the New Jersey Turnpike was a woman and carried a gun? What if the ability to menstruate was the prerequisite for most high-paying jobs? What if your attractiveness to women depended on the size of your penis? What if every time women saw you they’d hoot and make jerking motions with their hands? What if women were always making jokes about how ugly penises are and how bad sperm tastes? What if you had to explain what’s wrong with your car to big sweaty women with greasy hands who stared at your crotch in a garage where you are surrounded by posters of naked men with hard-ons? What if men’s magazines featured cover photos of 14-year-old boys with socks tucked into the front of their jeans and articles like: “How to tell if your wife is unfaithful” or “What your doctor won’t tell you about your prostate” or “The truth about impotence”? What if the doctor who examined your prostate was a woman and called you “Honey”? What if you had to inhale your boss’ stale cigar breath as she insisted that sleeping with her was part of the job? What if you couldn’t get away because the company dress code required you wear shoes designed to keep you from running? And what if after all that women still wanted you to love them?”

For the Men Who Still Don’t Get It, Carol Diehl

Build my life around you

“B is for before, the acknowledged antecedent of now, the innocent shape of earlier, the vague and beautiful cousin of “when”, the tragic mother of “will become”, the suicide of “too late”.”

Mark Strand, from “A Poet’s Alphabet”, in The Weather of Words