Get Real

Before you act, think. Ask yourself, "If I do this, who does that make me?" Sometimes people, in our generation especially, will argue that it doesn't matter how people perceive them, because that bears no reflection on who they really are... Really, and how is that so? Your body and mind do not act separately. The decisions you make display perfectly who you are; they and you just may not always be read properly, but that is an uncontrollable error of a second part. Still, no matter "how" people take it, the way you dress, the way you speak, the people  you hang out with; you do it willingly, day after day. That makes you who you are.

Now, in order for people to receive you properly, there is one simple thing that you need to do--

Be honest with yourself. You may believe that there is a flaw in my thinking. You know that you can think one way and act differently than that. You could be a tomboy but act and dress like a girly girl. Or you could be a gay man that is living your life as if you are straight. Why? Why do people pretend? Well, we pretend because we are afraid of nonacceptance. We pretend when we are weak and not confident in who we are. When you are one of these people, you put on a mask.

Even though a few may be fooled now, when you decide to be honest about who you are, people will see that, as well as the fact that you are insecure. Eventually EVERYTHING will shine through, so if you're honest with yourself... if you decide to be the same person when you walk out the door as you are when you wake up in the morning, then suddenly, people will "get" you. It's not a sin to be different, and the more open you are with who you are as a human being, the less bullshit people will have to pick through to decide whether or not they accept you. The ones that do will stay, and the ones that do not will simply go. You won't ever have to build a faulty relationship with someone and then endure the drama when they say "you've changed." Just be honest with yourself and you'll find that life is much more harmonious. 

I don't believe in the phrase, "I don't know who I am." No, you just can't decide which mask to live behind. As long as you have your thoughts, you have a soul. The unexplained connection between your mind and body. When I say 'mind' I am not talking about your physical brain. I'm talking about the voices in your head, the things you like and the things you hate, the people and places that are attractive to you. That's something, right? That's someone, isn't it? That's who you are! Now let it be so. Get real.

That Northwest Shit

Pancakes.

Take what you can get in life. The more memories you make, the longer it will take for your mind to rid of them all. I want to be an old woman, pleased with her past as a wild, daring, bad girl. I want someone to have memories of me being a bad girl too. We'll smile, and i'll rest my pale, wrinkly hand on his-

He was a bad boy. We shared as many passionate gasps as we did thick, smokey exhales. We were so in love. My forehead fit right into the nape of his neck. Like I was made to lay over him. I protected his twisted heart from women who wouldn't have been able to love him properly. He told me he knew when I draped myself over him, laying flat on our throne of sheets, my forehead  resting against him, my lips, as rosy now as they were then, pressed softly against his spine. The curve of my stomach fit right into the arch if his back. That's when he knew. We were so in love. Nothing else in the world mattered. I knew no world other than him and he of me. The sun revolved around his smile and the moon revolved around his mind. I was the sun and the moon. We were so in love. I still have all of the letters he wrote me, and I know that somewhere, he has the ones that I wrote him. Even though we both know well what they say, we hide them from each other. They're our own, from each other, forever in ink. We were so in love.
I still ask him every night what he wants for dinner, and every night he tells me pancakes. We are so in love.