sarahkaye
the chorus of thoughts that ran rampant through my mind sang words of terrible advice and overly dramatic scenarios of "somedays" and "what ifs." i didn't need that; what i needed was a clear mind, a clean slate, so that i could enjoy the beauty of that particular moment, that crystal clear snapshot of time.
Just because I'm 20 years old doesn't mean I have to like every new gadget and toy that's invented. I believe in Post-it notes, handwritten planners, snail mail over email, and parallel parking my own car, thank you very much.
a 21st century love story, she called it. something they could've only dreamed of 50 years ago. our faces, so close but so far away, separated by miles, glass, time, space. the pixelated image never really fades, but i catch myself dreaming about the days when once again our flesh and bones can be reunited; i'm sick of being a digital wonder. give me reality, or i want you not at all.
i'd say it's my policy to never kiss on a first date, but then i'd be lying. in reality, i don't kiss if i don't like you, but if there's chemistry, i know it's real and you'll know it's real so what's so wrong with a kiss?
what's so wrong with a kiss?
i adore heels. i'd wear them all the time if it was socially acceptable and/or comfortable. i just have one rule: the taller the better. i'm classy, but you won't catch me in a pair of 3 inch pumps, nooo way.
i want to make a statement but i don't know how, because i usually just end up stating way more than i meant.