drunkdrunkdrunkdrunkdrunkdrunk.
Spanish food is amazing, but what I wouldn’t give right now for a bacon sandwich and a milkshake
See ya
Anonymous asked: when you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up?
Indiana Jones. I wanted to be Indiana Jones. I still want to be Indiana Jones.
Anonymous asked: what are characteristics do you like in yourself? what characteristics do you dislike? what's your favourite item of clothing, and why?
I like that I can sleep on planes, and can forgive people easily. I also like that I can comfort people in times of trouble. I’m good at those.
I don’t like that I’m kinda douchey, and that I can’t bake cakes, and can’t play piano.
My favorite type of clothing is shoes. Shoe shopping is my favorite shopping.
Literally all I’ve had to consume in the last 24 hours is pizza, whiskey, and ginger ale.
Livin’ it up
I just had a very dry, mildly dirty martini with my dad. That was a surreal experience.
I was apparently totally fucking wrong.
This happens a lot.
I have no service in Spain. At all.
So if you need to contact me, do it here or Facebook. Because there’s wifi fucking everywhere.
So, in a few hours, I leave for Spain.
I’ll be gone for 3 & 1/2 weeks, and I won’t be able to go online for pretty much the entire time. So in case of emergency, like if you’re a cute girl and you want to get coffee when I get back or something, my number is 971-340-6432. I won’t answer if you call, but I’ll do my best to text you back.
See you guys later.
P.S. Feel free to leave questions/messages/words of wisdom/hate messages in my inbox as presents for me when I return.
Peace and love.
And now, for a quick rant.
Love is not thinking someone else is perfect. I’ve never loved someone I thought was perfect. I’ve met people who’ve come close. But perfection is transient, it’s fleeting. Love can be as well, but it doesn’t have to be. If you look at someone and exclusively think about how perfect they are, I’d say you’re far more infatuated than in love. Love, as I see it, is seeing someone honestly and in their entirety, and be not only willing, but jumping at the opportunity, to have them see you that way as well. I have a friend who once said he believed in love, but that he thought it faded. I disagree. I see it as evolving, changing, moving. The more you know someone, the less their “perfection” sticks. They become more human. You learn their flaws, the strengths, their beauties, and weaknesses. You learn why they are who they are. And it’s deeper than infatuation. Love is the willingness to understand and help and comfort, knowing every flaw they have. And it’s honestly amazing, and a bit frightening, if you still feel the exact same on day 1000 as you did on day 1. I’d even say it’s problematic. People change. Feelings change. But I’ve met people who were married for 68 years, who had struggles and arguments and fights and still saw love in each other’s hearts. That, as I see it, is what makes the difference. It’s being ready to be surprised, excited, and disappointed; you won’t see stars every time you see one you’re in love with. But you’ll see what makes them human. And maybe, just maybe, on day 1000, you’ll see even more stars than on day 1, and it won’t be because they’re perfect. It will be because they are imperfect. But they’re imperfect and with you. And you can make them better, and they’ll do the same for you.
That’s what I believe. I believe in love. And I could be wrong, but I really hope I’m right.
Thanks for listening.
Anonymous asked: what are three of your fears?
Running out of opportunities. Losing close friends. Getting stabbed in the face.
Anonymously message me (3) things you want to know about me.
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