Life.

Looking over my old Tumblr posts makes me feel so uncomfortable, lol. I haven’t been on Tumblr in months and it’s crazy to think about how much has changed.

This time last year, I was a sad and lonely mess. Now I’m the happiest I’ve ever been. In one year, I went from working at a job I hated to quitting because I wanted to live with my boyfriend in Lubbock because I couldn’t stand the distance. We moved in together after a month of being together. A MONTH. lol. I lived with him and his weed smoking roommate in a cramped up apartment. I also got my first dog this year and our first official apartment together that is in a beautiful area. Not cramped with furniture we’re financing on. I recently got hired at a new job that I already love, a home to call my own, and a boyfriend who treats me better than I have ever been treated ever. I think it’s almost a blessing that I have been through everything I’ve been through in the past, because now I’m more appreciative than ever. I have so much to be grateful for. xx

16/9/2014 . 0 notes . Reblog
josh;

The guy I like is coming down from Lubbock tomorrow for Christmas vacation and I’ve never been so nervous! So basically, we went to high school together and always knew of each other, but never talked. Then recently, we started talking and he’s become the best part of my life. I’ve never met someone so similar to me and someone that I wouldn’t want to change anything about. I used to date guys as if they were projects, always trying to fix them so they’d fit me perfectly. What I have now is something entirely different from what I’m used to, he accepts me for how and who I am. He appreciates my odd quirks and random spurts of randomness. I feel like we’re meant to be together. I know that sounds silly and rushed, but this feeling is like being reborn again. I always thought I had a good idea of what love/like is, but I don’t think I really have until recently. I was so blinded by the former person I was with and I thought that’s how being in love was suppose to be. I thought not being able to communicate properly, arguing on a daily basis, cussing at each other, or accusing infidelity was normal. It all sounds so stupid now that I’ve actually got it written down on paper, but I was so wrong. I feel like I just woke up from a nightmare and the guy of my dreams is now in front of me. I just want to grab his hand and take on the rest of what life has to offer and all it’s blessings ahead.

11/12/2013 . 0 notes . Reblog
you,

I think I’m probably the happiest I’ve ever been, ever, when it comes to liking someone. He’s literally the whole package and my heart is full of smiley faces and exclamation points. It’s so weird knowing someone in high school as an acquaintance, then realizing how easily y’all end up clicking. He’s exactly a foot and two inches taller than me and he makes my heart flutter. I didn’t even know I was capable of feeling this way again. Or that people like him still exist. Uno problem-o, he goes to college six hours away. The heart wants what the heart wants. I have a good feeling about this.

2/12/2013 . 0 notes . Reblog
i’m tired of pretending

I woke up in the middle of the night crying because I missed you. Everything is hitting me so hard lately and I’ve come to the realization that you’ll never be mine again. That’s what I wanted though, right? To no longer have you in my life? I haven’t talked to you in over a month, and I still think about you every day. Every fucking thing reminds me of you. Certain places, certain things, certain songs… certain bits of everything. You’ll forever be the person I love the most. Even if I wasn’t that person for you. You seem happy. I’m glad you’re happy with your life, even if it excludes me. That’s what you do when you really love someone though, right? You let them go.

15/11/2013 . 2 notes . Reblog
:c

I’m scared that you’ve permanently ruined love for me. I put my entire being into everything we were. I used to be such a hopeless romantic, but now it’s gone. I have the right everything, but I feel so unattached. I don’t know if I want to be anyone’s anything… Does that make me a shitty person?

11/11/2013 . 3 notes . Reblog

Tumblr is for my personal posts, Twitter is for my pointless thoughts, and Facebook contains my rants. Each of my social networking sites have a set purpose. haha

6/11/2013 . 0 notes . Reblog
oh

I’m having a real hard time and I wish I could feel normal. My mind is just a whirlwind of emotions. I feel like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz, where the house is spinning and she ends up in this mind fuck of a place. Like, that part where they’re in a field of poppies and fall asleep and wake up confused and decide to follow the yellow brick road because it supposedly leads to a happily ever after. Ramble ramble ramble. I do not know where I’m going with this. All I know is that I miss you sometimes, but I’d never tell you that. Time to move on….

1/11/2013 . 2 notes . Reblog
Holding [her] hand was like holding a butterfly. Or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete, and completely alive.
Eleanor & Park, by Rainbow Rowell
29/10/2013 . 6 notes . Reblog

It’s so weird to like someone new. I haven’t had someone treat me this well, ever. It’s nice to know that I make someone as happy as they make me. I’m glad he can open up to me and there’s a mutual attraction between us. He plays with my hair and never fails to brighten up my day. He kisses my head and holds my hand while he drives. He’ll watch Adventure Time with me and let’s me pick where to eat. He sets his alarm just to wake up before me to tell me good morning. He makes me feel safe and wanted. It’s all too good to be true. Why do I feel so paranoid?

27/10/2013 . 6 notes . Reblog

I almost texted you asking if I was ‘allowed’ to move on, but screw that. I just had this notion that no matter what happened- we’d always find our way back to each other.. I deserve better than just waiting around for you to realize that you loved me too. I’m just paranoid that as soon as I’m happy with myself or someone else, you’ll come back around and want me again. People always want what’s not theirs, right? I don’t want to forgive you. I can’t. You gave up on us and you stopped trying. You don’t just give up on someone you love.. I gave up too, though. I just don’t want to waste my time anymore, love’s not always enough and that’s a painful concept to accept.

5/10/2013 . 0 notes . Reblog