Every time “Love Somebody” by Maroon 5 comes on, all I can think about is the first 5 seconds of the Sonic Adventure 2 song that plays when you’re just hanging around in the Chao Lobby.
The beginnings are, like, the same.
My skin is so unnecessarily soft right now. Why just now though? Why not forever.
HEY, PLEASE TAG #WHALE
PLEASE. IT’S NOT HARD.
WHEN THEY SHOW UP ON MY DASH UNEXPECTEDLY, I JUMP, MY HEART KINDA SKIPS A BEAT, MY BREATHING BECOMES WEIRD, I SOMETIMES YELL, I SOMETIMES CRY, AND I GET VERY VERY ANXIOUS/NERVOUS.
Even if you think “Oh, it’s just a part of a whale." Like, no. I am still terrified. Especially of the tail. Especially. The. Tail. I will almost certainly begin crying.
The more you know~~~ (so please tag #whale)
oh my word.
Can I just say I am pretty sure this is my most popular post.
I am so proud of myself. When I am nervous, I tremble. When I am scared, I tremble. It’s more than just a little trembling—it is very physical and very draining, and it is uncontrollable to the point where I am visibly shaking everything around me. I quickly develop fears and scenarios of confrontation and even of being disowned. But I keep going. Every time. I am proud that I have become stronger and have learned to push when I need to. Especially when I need to. I am proud that, for the most part and as best as I can, I don’t let people stop me from saying things that need to be said. I am proud that I care more about people’s unacceptable behavior at the expense of others than I do about “giving things a break.” I will continue to be proud of how far I have grown in my personal development of courage and my ability to not stand for people walking over me or making me believe that I am not good enough. I am sick of feeling like I’m never good enough.
I am good enough.
My article deadline for this month is coming up so I’m just going to write a review of Younha’s Subsonic mini album because I have a lot of feelings about it and I have nothing else to write about. I’m only just starting right now because they didn’t pay me until JUST NOW for my article last month (I had to remind them - not the first time this has happened) and I was not too thrilled about that.
Some nights I want to crawl into a ball of loneliness and just have someone stroke my hair and tell me I’m okay because sometimes you feel shitty and you just can’t put your finger on quite why.
Oh yeah, I forgot to mention I blacklisted “whale,” so please tag posts that have photos of whales in them because I have a phobia (as most of you know) and it sometimes messes me up when they pop up out of nowhere on my dash. Killer whales and beluga whales are okay and I’m not afraid of them. With any other whale, please try your best to TAG THEM.
I’m tired of New Year’s resolutions to make myself smaller
to make myself palatable, acceptable,
to shrink down into the most perfect, tiny version of womanhood
so that I can be fathomed by those who wish to define me
This year, I will take up space
I will be loud, I will be aggressively myself
I will be a fierce warrior for my daughter
I will be a powerhouse for my community
I will scale walls and smash barriers and
I will be immense
Not exactly sure why it makes me this happy, but I get so excited when I find out that a few people I have mutual follows with also follow some certain blogs.
Everything just happened so fast like I’m getting ready to go to my friend’s house and we’re leaving for PA at like before sunrise to go snowboarding THIS IS WHAT LIFE SHOULD BE. SURPRISE ADVENTURES.
I feel like everyone has already taken a special 2014 selfie and I’m just over here wearing my onesie pajamas all day every day while hardcore staring at my computer and being weird by myself.
I’m starting a writing/sketching notebook called “Pen Tests from Annelise’s Pen Collection.” This makes me happy and adds a different function to my pen collection.
LITERALLY ONLY TWO MINUTES IN AND JUST WHAT