I want someone to tuck my hair behind my ears and tell me
they love my freckles. I want someone who tickles me even though the very
thought of being tickled makes me cringe. I want someone who will build me a
fort equipped with twinkle lights and sparkling cider. I want someone who will
cook me crappy dinners in our crappy kitchen. I want someone who will booty
drop with me on a Friday night. I want someone who will drive long distances
just so they can see me. I want someone who loves their momma. I want someone
who ruins my lipstick-not my mascara. I want someone who kisses my neck,
because that’s my favorite place. I want someone who will go on target runs
with me and let me look at whatever I want for however long I want. I want
someone who will let me take ten zillion pictures of us. I want someone who
makes me laugh-and not the social kind of laugh, but the doubled over/tears
streaming kind of laugh. I want someone who will hold my hair when I puke. I
want someone who tells me I look sexy. I want someone who barbeques and rocks
an apron. I want someone who wants to hold my hand. Always. I want someone who
sends me good morning texts. I want someone who loves god. I want someone to
belt out love songs in the car with. I want someone to road trip with. I want
someone to share my blanket with. I want someone who will whisper funny things
in my ear. I want someone who hugs me, and hugs me tight. I want someone who
loves spontaneous adventure. I want someone who will share a sleeping bag. I
want someone who kisses my forehead. I want someone who lets me buy them
clothes. I want someone who opens my door. I want someone who loves father-hood.
I want someone who won’t judge for ordering a burger instead of a salad. I want
someone who will be my motivator. I want someone who wants to be with me more
than his guy friends. I want someone who will endorse my love of diet coke and
muddy buddies. I want someone who slow dances with me wherever, whenever. I
want someone who madly loves me. I want someone to fight with. I want someone
to pray with. I want someone to cry with. I want someone to love with.
Sunday, November 10, 2013
Tuesday, November 5, 2013
Dear 15 year old me
Dear 15 year old me,
There is so much I wish I could tell you about your life and whats about to happen. I want to tell you what i've learned about you and what I wish I could have told you to make your life a bit easier. So, here goes.
TEN THINGS I WISH I COULD TELL MY 15 YEAR OLD SELF:
1. Stop with the hair gel already. People are going to think you are a lesbian. You know, its okay to actually let your hair down and have fun every once in awhile. Don't worry though, I have a feeling you are going to fall for a good friend of mine soon, Mr. Straightner. And man, he's magical.
2. Stick close with your true friends. Shiz is going to hit the fan real soon and those lady loves of yours are going to save your hind parts. Continue to serve them unconditionally and they will return the favor. Promise.
3. Boys never become less stupid. I know, it's a darn shame. Your friends are going to start dating and you may begin to feel the sting of loneliness and jealousy. Don't let that change who you are. It's ok to be the funny girl. Hot girls are overrated anyways.
4. You will find the courage to change and love your body. You will begin to love yourself and your body for what it is. Stop focusing on your weaknesses and start building your stengths. You'll thank yourself later. Trust me.
5. Gilmmore Girls is the best kind of medicine.
6. Stop spending so much money. College is a lot more expensive than you realize. I think you can live without those shirts from Aeropostle. You never wear them anyways. (And Aeropostle? Really Janie? Polo's look good on nobody.)
7. FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT'S HOLY, ditch the gaucho pants. Your crotch looks ten feet long.
8. Lean on God. He will always be there.
9. Quit trying to take care of everyone else. You will just exhaust yourself. If you have no strength left, there will be none left to give.
10. The next six years of your life are some of the hardest, yet best of your life. Hang on tight, life's about to get exciting.
Love,
21 year old you.
There is so much I wish I could tell you about your life and whats about to happen. I want to tell you what i've learned about you and what I wish I could have told you to make your life a bit easier. So, here goes.
TEN THINGS I WISH I COULD TELL MY 15 YEAR OLD SELF:
1. Stop with the hair gel already. People are going to think you are a lesbian. You know, its okay to actually let your hair down and have fun every once in awhile. Don't worry though, I have a feeling you are going to fall for a good friend of mine soon, Mr. Straightner. And man, he's magical.
2. Stick close with your true friends. Shiz is going to hit the fan real soon and those lady loves of yours are going to save your hind parts. Continue to serve them unconditionally and they will return the favor. Promise.
3. Boys never become less stupid. I know, it's a darn shame. Your friends are going to start dating and you may begin to feel the sting of loneliness and jealousy. Don't let that change who you are. It's ok to be the funny girl. Hot girls are overrated anyways.
4. You will find the courage to change and love your body. You will begin to love yourself and your body for what it is. Stop focusing on your weaknesses and start building your stengths. You'll thank yourself later. Trust me.
5. Gilmmore Girls is the best kind of medicine.
6. Stop spending so much money. College is a lot more expensive than you realize. I think you can live without those shirts from Aeropostle. You never wear them anyways. (And Aeropostle? Really Janie? Polo's look good on nobody.)
7. FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT'S HOLY, ditch the gaucho pants. Your crotch looks ten feet long.
8. Lean on God. He will always be there.
9. Quit trying to take care of everyone else. You will just exhaust yourself. If you have no strength left, there will be none left to give.
10. The next six years of your life are some of the hardest, yet best of your life. Hang on tight, life's about to get exciting.
Love,
21 year old you.
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