The Crazy, Random Life of Me

Why do I keep dreaming of you?

Can I just eat you out on the couch while the rain hits the windows and netflix asks if we're still watching?

You do not have to look beautiful while walking down the streets. You do not have to look beautiful while eating. You do not have to look beautiful while talking. You do not have to look beautiful while laughing. While doing sports. While having sex. While singing. While dancing. You were not born to look beautiful, my love. You are here to enjoy, to feel, to live. There is no point in worrying what you look like when you are doing things you actually enjoy because that joy will be taken away by the fear of not looking good enough. Again, it is not your purpose to look beautiful, darling. Your purpose is to fall in love with life, to laugh until your belly hurts, to express your feelings, to sing from the top of your lungs, to dance as silly as you want to - without worrying about your appearance. For all that matters is that your soul is beautiful and happy.

It only took 27 years and counting to get this through my head. It’s a daily struggle but I’m finally getting better.

I need a longer weekend because I need more time to do nothing.

All the damn time.

“this reminds me of you” ok kiss me then