It’s necessary to sacrifice current desires for future dreams.
We’ve all had to eat shit at some point in our lives. But it was always for a reason. Whether your life’s aspiration is to have all of Wall Street at your feet, broker lives and livelihoods like currency in DC, live in sunshine and swim in fool’s gold on the West Coast, or to just have a nuclear family in a house with a white picket fence somewhere… we all have had to suffer for that one goal that wakes us up in the morning and helps us sleep at night.
Without dreams, we are aimless. Without motivation, we are inert. It takes both to climb that metaphorical mountain.
A dream realized with no effort is not a dream. And a dream that is impossible to make reality is just a fantasy.
Sometimes I wish I could live in the parallel universe I built in my daydreams.
But I want to live the life of my dreams, not dream the life that I’m living.
I’d rather connect physically than connect emotionally. I’d rather forget you than regret you. And I’d rather show my breasts than my face. Why?
Because I’d rather you be in lust with me than be in love with me.
is extremely overrated and a lot more problematic than it first appears.
Emotions are a tricky bitch; you walk in telling yourself what the situation is and isn’t and will and won’t be. But they rarely follow your plans. I’m not saying never; I’m saying rarely.
Although the lies you tell yourself may appear true, your personal truths are probably lying to you right back.
it’s linked to the email address before the email address before the one I currently use.
The only reason I continue to have it is because three years ago, my best friend in the world went to Russia for the summer… and never came back. I haven’t heard from her since 2008.
The only tangible thing I have to ever remember she existed is her MySpace, which she oddly updates pretty regularly.
She was carefree and reckless and exciting. She was by my side when we smoked Kools in church parking lots. When we jumped fully clothed into public swimming pools. When we persuaded sleazy older men to pay our bar tabs in exchange for our (fake) phone numbers. When we wore red lipstick with hoodies and jeans, just because. When we sunbathed topless, knowing her next-door neighbor was watching. When we ran across six lanes of traffic. She was my hero.
Apparently, she’s intending to return to America. I don’t know what it will be like between us. I’m not quite as fast and loose. I don’t want to be that dangerous anymore. I have aspirations and goals. I have a life plan.
She had such power over me back then. I’m scared of what she could still do to me now.
I’m seeing more and more people that follow me on Twitter doing the “upper lip down to the clavicle” profile picture.
I’m not conceited enough to say that they’re swagger-jacking, but it’s a funny coincidence.
I have a thing for quotes.
I firmly believe in “shut up and listen.”
There are so many things to learn and I’m glad to be quiet in order to learn them.