i don't think most of my new friends know that my lifelong dream is still to become an author.

maybe i need to go back and reevaluate my priorities so that i don't lose myself in plan b.

lmao I sometimes wonder whether this is actually a trigger for me. Then I remember what happened to me has happened to almost every girl or dfab person I know especially the ones I met in New York City and I don't know why this hit me so badly but I think I might?? Have been triggered?? And I think I'm overreacting and sometimes I wonder whether the whole incident was all in my head and whether I may?? Be trying to make myself?? The victim or something I don't know but either way what happened today set off something in me it's like a slow burn that has come to a peak and I can't sleep and I want to puke and I need to go out tomorrow but I don't think I can I feel gross I want to puke and I just want a hug and I don't I can't I can't i can't I can't why is this hitting me so hard it happens to EVERYONE

i woke up this morning with an awful awful nightmare and i still feel like crying even though it's 11:45 and i have work to do and i just. feel like shit. and i want to cry really badly and i'm the only person in the office but i can't because i have a birthday party to go to later and it'll wreck my makeup and and and and and ;;;;;

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dare i call you my platonic soul mate?

you're the peanut butter to my jelly, i guess. only not quite, because that would imply that we were opposites. to be fair, that is what we are in so many ways. if anyone met us separately they would probably never guess we were friends. but inwardly we gel together and most of all, we understand. i'm water, you're glue. we're the dynamic duo, the ones that come in a set. but we aren't the same.

too many people make that mistake. i am torn between wanting to mock them or to correct them. and it is because of these differences that i wonder sometimes if i am being too overbearing. these thoughts do not linger for long however. if i was, you would not embrace my presence like you do, would you, or at least it is what i hope to think. sometimes i cannot help but worry, but that is just my nature.

i care either too much or too little at a given time, and for you it is the former.

confidence isn't your strong suit. you tell me you aren't pretty. though you are gorgeous, i want to respond. when you smile it looks like sunshine and when you laugh it's like a summer wind has enveloped me in an embrace. this isn't something you can see in the mirror, but your happiness is contagious. when we are together i find myself grinning so much that my cheeks start to ache, and that my lips are cracked from smiling too widely. but i can't help it. it's the effect that you have on me. the feeling that someone understands me on a level that nobody can hope to.

sometimes i worry for you, but most of the time i am certain that you will be okay. you are one of the toughest, strongest, most amazing people that i know. while i am older i know you bear burdens much heavier than mine, but you do so beautifully with such grace. so my protective instinct kicks in, like that of an older sister. you don't have to tell me that nobody has ever really looked out for you, and i don't want to assume. though may you allow me to come to that deduction? and most of all, will you give me permission--

if nobody has looked out for you before, please let me be the first.

i know i'm not one to talk. i'm not someone who remembers to look before she leaps. i'm too brash, too crude, and sarcastic remarks fall faster from my lips than kind words. it is in those ways where we are one and the same. but i have experience that you do not, just as you have your own, as well as a tenacity that i have always admired. all i have to protect you with are words, but words can do so much.

there are times when i i talk more than i can deliver. but i truly mean it when i say that one day we'll be together again, for the long term. we'll be in the same city and lead lives that finally intertwine with one another's, the way i only thought friendships happened in fiction.

hopefully by then, our conversations will end with 'goodnight' instead of 'goodbye'.

we are beautiful ; we are doomed.

absence makes the heart grow fonder, fondness makes the absence longer. 

once again i've had the urge to do the letters to people thing. though not the way i used to do it on ianti where i would write just one or two lines for everyone-- i want to write long, detailed letters that are almost like declarations of love. like love letters, almost, only not quite.

i kind of want to post them in a more public medium that isn't ianti, but i don't really want to stretch my dash. maybe i'll create a second tumblr just for writing, musings, and these letters i guess...? the struggle is super real. or i could post them in a writing topic. aaaaah ianti seems too impersonal for that though. and what of my friends who aren't even really on ianti. and my friends who no longer are.

i'm not even 100% sure if i want people to read the letters i wrote for them ;__; maybe i'll write them here first and then decide lol woops.

(k, if you're reading this, suggestions? thoughts? you're the only person i know who actually checks this blog lol, i think everyone else left it for dead years ago.)

i can't swing across the balance beams and i can't walk a tightrope for nuts, but i can claw my way through quicksand by the power of sheer will. my superpowers are a lot of positivity and a bit of luck, and i'm the kind of person who doesn't know left from right to describe the correct side of the bed to get up on. (wrong side? what wrong side?)

i just got back in touch with my old best friend from high school. she's had a rough few years-- she had to drop out of college because of personal stuff and is only now trying to get her life back on track. i hadn't spoken to her since 2011. i thought she'd just decided to drop everyone back like she dropped me back when we were dumb kids, and since it was so long ago i hadn't thought much of it. we were all dumb kids, after all, and 2009-2011 was my cynical phase. where i didn't trust anyone and where i thought everyone was out to get me. i legitimately didn't care.

talking to her again was sobering. there's always two sides to a story, i guess. we were both dumb stupid kids and i can't help but feel like if we were in the same place now... we could be friends again, i guess. five years can do a lot to a person. i forgive you, pin. i never thought that i'd say this in 2011, but i do. we've both grown and changed and become drastically different people, and we're both older? smarter.

i hope you can forgive me for being an ass too.