Frappé. Mocha. Latte. Love.

(Will you be my Valentine? )

My day consisted of bad grades, big mouths, & horrible weather and all I wanted to do was come back home, do nothing & drink a big hot cup of coffee. 

And maybe a piece of chocolate.

Snowy Dreams.

The last couple of nights I've been having a reoccurring dream. It's of me and a few of my friends in a cabin, surrounded by a snowy, winter-y scene. It's a beautiful, unrealistic place and I feel so safe and so happy there. Strange things happen in the dreams, good strange things, things that I just never thought would ever happen. But since they're dreams, anything can happen. 

One friend and I, a friend I'm not too close with, become closer and share more things. Mainly because the rest of them are off eating, reading, or something else whenever I dream of this. It's such a strange yet whimsical dream.

You know the feeling you get when you're standing in the wind, the breeze blowing in your face, with no noise around you? I feel like that inside this dream. I wish I could feel this way all the time, the way I feel in my fictional winter wonderland...

If only those things happened in reality.

(I wish I lived there.)

Broken Love.

I've (re-)discovered the movie I'd like to watch for Valentine's Day.

(with myself, of course)

It's such a perfectly sweet movie, with perfectly dry humor, where no "real" love is ever found, and I kind of enjoyed that.

Broken Flowers, starring Bill Murray, Sharon Stone, Frances Conroy, Jessica Lange, & Tilda Swinton (+Chloë Sevigny)

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Where's the Duct Tape?

Sometimes... I don't seem to be able to shut my mouth. It's probably best if I did so more often, the things that come out of it wouldn't win me a "best person ever" award.

My mouth just seems to forget it can close. I need to remind myself to remind it.

Don't Play Koi.

And don't be expensive either. All I want is to wrap you around me.

(I'll be your best friend... If you lower your price to $5.10? How 'bout it?)

Opening Ceremony... why, oh, why do you like playing coy? 

Kiss me, please?

If only I could find $620.00 in an old jean pocket... that would make me such a happy child.
Because without the $620.00, I don't get it. And I so desperately need it.

Opening Ceremony, what if I payed you $6.20... would you still Kiss Me?

And, how do you feel about that?

You know, as much as I  think I give poor advice, a lot of people (most I'm not even close friends with) come to me for advice, or just end up talking to me about their problems. Sometimes I wish I had someone out there that I could go to with my problems, without being judged or told that I'm wrong. Sometimes I really wish my parents would take me seriously when I tell them I want to go to a shrink, but they don't. 

Yeah, I have my friends, and I trust them immensely. But when I tell them certain things most end up thinking I'm just running my mouth to start drama. Or they're biased about whatever I'm talking about, or they say I'm wrong. That is why I need a third party to listen and give me advice and just help me organize the shelves in my head.

(I just believe I'm going mad.)

That's how I feel about that.