Would you rather your inspiration came from her smile or in the bottom of a glass?
The class, her sass, her assets made you pay attention.
I failed to mention ulterior motives.
Votive offered in exchange for the promise of a more private locale.
The glass gathers condensation as she robs you of your concentration taking your blush for compensation.
You reach for your glass in desperation and clear it in one fell swoop.
You set it down and find yourself alone.
You search your memory for clarification and find out she was a figment. One of your imagination.
I’ve been thinking lately (as opposed to all those other times where I don’t think?) about life. And life is good.
I’m in law school 1L
…That’s more or less my life right now
Friends are great. Life goes on around me and it’s good to know that it does in my bubble of academia. I’ve been really zen lately. I am admittedly stressed over finals, projects, resumes, etc. but realistically I’m kind of relishing this moment. It holds a lot of potential.
My criminal law professor helped exonerate a man named Kash Register (not lying, really inspiring story) and going to the trial and meeting the man has really put things into perspective in terms of my career goals concerning law, and about life in general. It was and continues to be a beautiful and touching experience.
I’m happy in this moment and the ones preceding it for a good long while. It’s just hard to recognize that sometimes when I’m in the moment. It’s just good to put my head above water long enough to acknowledge that.
“Do you want to keep playing or do you want to win?”—the mother from “How I Met Your Mother” in response to Barney saying” I don’t know, I’m kind of at my peak right now. I don’t know if I can just walk away from the game.”
Can we talk about the fact that we need Kerry Washington to play three different women in SNL’s cold open, but once upon a time they had Richard Pryor host with Gil Scott-Heron as his musical guest with Paul Mooney writing, and an appearance by some muppets…IN ONE EPISODE!
And I needed your good love Baby how could you just go and Change it all you turned my spring to fall I needed you you know But when the love is gone it’s time to go If you don’t think I mean it Then you’ll feel it when I’m gone I said I’m done enough of your love
I like rediscovering old songs that I already have… Janelle Monae!
“Not all toxic people are cruel and uncaring. Some of them love us dearly. Many of them have good intentions. Most are toxic to our being simply because their needs and way of existing in the world force us to compromise ourselves and our happiness. They aren’t inherently bad people, but they aren’t the right people for us. And as hard as it is, we have to let them go. Life is hard enough without being around people who bring you down, and as much as you care, you can’t destroy yourself for the sake of someone else. You have to make your wellbeing a priority. Whether that means breaking up with someone you care about, loving a family member from a distance, letting go of a friend, or removing yourself from a situation that feels painful — you have every right to leave and create a safer space for yourself.”—Daniell Koepke (via internal-acceptance-movement)
I had to remove a toxic person from my life last year. It was really hard, and really painful, and that person totally doesn’t get why I had to do it, which makes it even worse.
Still, I’m so glad that I did, and I’m much happier without that person in my life.
“Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket-safe, dark, motionless, airless- it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love at all is to be vulnerable.”— C.S. Lewis (via twin-anxiety)
People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that’s what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life. A true soul mate is probably the most important person you’ll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave. A soul mates purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you have to transform your life, then introduce you to your spiritual master…
Jason was a child born of spring. His birth represented potential and new life in ways that everyone could recognize when they looked deep into his eyes, seeing innocence they had once known themselves. He was a bright and restless child embracing life with an abandon that could be considered reckless, but when attributed to youth could only be seen as enthusiastic.
Jason was introduced to the Easter Bunny when he was two. At that age he could neither spell Easter or identify a bunny in a lineup, but he could understand the sweets piled high in the basket that would inexplicably appear every Easter morning. Jason lost one of his last baby teeth at the age of five. He was a veteran to the welfare system that provided people with a shortage of the full complement of teeth a small monetary reward to help them get through the lonely nights they would spend before their teeth returned to them. He would anticipate his next pearly white victim so that he could bargain with the tooth fairy for his next pittance.
Jason, like all children, would clamor to meet Santa Claus every Christmas so as to demand of him the rewards his good deeds warranted. He would anticipate the red suit and long red beard with the belief that at one point in the year dreams could come true. His parents would smile those wise knowing smiles of people long acquainted with these mythical figures and would willingly answer any questions that Jason posed to them about these various family friends. They would conspire thick as thieves to maintain the illusion of reality so as to raise their son in a world that had the potential to amaze him behind every unexplored corner.
The Easter Bunny was caught in the act on Jason’s seventh birthday. His father, who held the responsibility for crafting the basket this year had put off making the basket until the morning because he had come home late. He figured that if he woke up early enough he would be able to put the basket together before Jason could claim his prize. He hadn’t anticipated the enthusiasm of Jason’s young heart as the Easter Bunny took the form of his drowsy father clumsily stuffing candy into a wicker basket.
I was a known unknown. Famous for all those things I never cared to actually put my name to. I walked through the streets conspicuously, while everyone walked past me oblivious that many of their idols walked past them in the figure of one man. Many in one, more than just a Janus, I had released…