robinbird13
The bridge is out, and you have to find your way around it. You're worried. You're not used to this area, and the back roads can be tricky. Your phone's GPS doesn't even recognize half of them. You sigh and pull out the map, preparing yourself for today's unexpected and unwelcome adventure.
Nobody likes a stable person when they're young. Instability is the most fascinating characteristic one can have. The true mark of maturity is when one sits down and thinks, "Self, it's time to be stable." I haven't hit that quite yet.
Dim lights, dim mind. Such negativity with a word with such potential. Sometimes not seeing clearly is okay. Sometimes we need murkiness to compel us forward.
My home is full of bookshelves. One in my room, with all my middle school/high school treasures. One downstairs we all share, packed full and covered with stacks of books on top. Two in my parents' room, full of their mystery series and my mom's classics. And of course one in each of my brothers' rooms. We grew up with books.
I was never one for scarves. They're like itchy nooses, just one more thing to put on and take off in the morning. Plus they're so freaking hipster. I'd much rather brave the cold--and I HATE the cold--than risk looking like a hipster. Also, something about braving the cold weather makes me feel better about myself. I don't know why.
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