My best friend and I of twelve years are complete opposites. She’s into bigger crowds, I’m into solitude. She’s social and I’m more of the listener. Our awkward phase… She was a club groupie in high school, I wore graphic tees and stocked up on black eyeliner. She has ass, I’ve got uhm… Talent? She’s matur- derp. She’s intimating and I’m sew nat *hairflip*. Her show is Vampire Diaries, mine is HIMYM. She dresses conservative, I dress lay-z. She’s analytical and knows what she wants. I’m indecisive and mentally retarded. She jams to Chris Brown, I rock out to The Shins. I’m her Harold and she’s my Kumar. She’s a good girl and I’m great. Lawl

I just want to live in a huge loft in NYC with refurbished thrift store furniture, a vintage cigarette & candy vending machine, a library- the entire room. Floor to ceiling decked out with books, hundreds of records; compiled of Lana Del Rey, 60s French Ye-Ye, The Black Keys, Etta James, Ella Fitzgerald and many more. A pit bull named “Hiccup”, a lovely little garden in my balcony, a nice area right by the window where I can spend most of my nights sketching. A room with lamps, Christmas lights and pillows… Lots and lots of pillows where I can hookah, drink wine and watch movies through my projector instead of a television, and a room with an entire wall covered with the map of the world so I can keep track of the places I’ve been and the places I’ve yet to see. A girl can dream.

Beauty is linked to evolution, in terms of sexual and natural selection. We value art, music, nature, and the like because they are cues for reproductive fitness and our minds tell us we value them. That’s why we wanna screw our influences lmfao

I find solace on the moment of being alone. That when I close my eyes I feel like drifting away from this place. I forget about everything… It’s like a calm beach where waves gently kiss the shore as I watch the sky turn fiery red till it turns black to sparkle amongst the stars. There is soothing silence and comforting moment to get to know that someone underneath the disguise.

When I’m alone, I feel free. No worries, no fear, and no pretensions. Just being me doing the things I want to do, thinking positive thoughts, and enjoying the instance of self recognition. But when I open my eyes and see no one around. I feel like a corpse, cold and abandoned. It will always remind of that I am just but an empty barrel.

Somehow though, I crave to have someone to lean on specially for the moments like; to crack at witless jokes and laugh till you are unable to breathe, having someone there to cry my innermost feelings to. To be caressed, to listen and to share moments eating Ben & Jerry’s ice cream, to watch episodes of ‘The Big Bang Theory’, and knowing that someone deeply admires you.

Most girls fall easily for gifts of roses, chocolates and whispers of sweet-nothings. But any guy can fork over a few bucks for flowers and jewerly. Instead, you should judge your guy by how much blood, sweat and tears he gives to you (ie. EFFORT). Any rich guy can buy you things, any poor guy can sweet-talk, but not all guys will devote their time and energy for you.