Having a soft heart in a cruel world is courage, not weakness.
At least be honest and tell me you’re done so I can stop imagining a future where you’re next to me when I sleep every night
THEORIES ABOUT THE UNIVERSE
I am trying to see things in perspective.
My dog wants a bite of my peanut butter
chocolate chip bagel. I know she cannot
have this, because chocolate makes dogs
very sick. My dog does not understand this.
She pouts and wraps herself around my leg
like a scarf and purrs and tries to convince me
to give her just a tiny bit. When I do not give in,
she eventually gives up and lays in the corner,
under the piano, drooping and sad. I hope the
universe has my best interest in mind like I have
my dogs. When I want something with my whole
being, and the universe withholds it from me,
I hope the universe thinks to herself: "Silly girl.
She thinks this is what she wants, but she
does not understand how it will hurt.
Saturdays are for adventure; Sundays are for cuddling
Good people are like candles; they burn themselves up to give others light.
We are taught that being contagious is a bad thing, but the only thing I want to do in life is infect people. When I die I want the words people remember me by is when I laughed the whole room couldn’t help but stare. I never want to meet a single person or have a single conversation with out leaving them with a smile. I want to be the person that you can’t go away from without being infected with good humor and optimism or poisoned with laughter and enthusiasm. I want to spread a burning fever of love, hope and happiness to everything I touch.