Why would someone want a blog?
Well the truth is, I have no idea.
A blog is set up to share thoughts, photos, videos and ideas…. that sounds nice… right?
I like to share.
I also now live 3,000 miles from many people that I love and I see this tumblr as a platform to share with all of them. Keep them informed about my new fabulous life here is Los Angles, California!
Hi mom.
Anyway, this tumblr will be an experiment and an adventure for those who read it.
I promise that most of this will be full of diverse ideas and thoughts, based around random inspiration and people. I have tons of amazing people in my life here in LA and back home in good old Rhode Island, that inspire me everyday in various ways.
So hello, my name is Sara and here are my thoughts.
The thoughts of a lovely gal.
Enjoy.
Love,
Sara
Don’t protect the innocent
Break the bad news
Be a friend?
…Be a man!
In the morning she must have,
Looked beautiful
Make your ex-it,
Feel regret?
Not me
You could never,
Make me laugh
Love,
Sara
Like a new broken heart they split in two
Never finding the glue to put them back.
She didn’t want him to find someone new
She knew her honesty was not in lack.
She thought hard and long to find the answer
To find if it was something she had said.
The anguish ate at her heart like cancer
Months of depressing thoughts ran in her head.
“It’s hard to be strong when I feel so weak
It’s hard to love when I have been broken
It’s hard to be certain when hope is meek
It’s hard to say after all words are spoken”
Then the solution came slowly and dim
She realized she was better without him.
Love,
Sara
I have never wanted to put someone in my pocket so much. Would you want to live in my pocket? I promise not to crush you with my keys. I have never been this awake to all senses. I sense, that you haven’t either. This cold apartment has never been filled with so many honest laughs. I have never felt lips that soft, tasted so sweet. Never had a best friend, someone I can trust with personal thoughts, someone I can feel safe with. Maybe we can get matching necklaces I can wear around my neck. Around my neck that you kiss with your soft lips. I have never felt so alone in my own bed without you here. This bed is much too large for a little person like me. We fit in flawlessly together in the perfect white sheets. This apartment has never been this empty. Maybe I should move closer to you. The driving has become too much for my tires. And do you have any idea how much tolls cost? I have never been this alone. I blame it all on that damn train.
Why do they always come on time?
Love,
Sara
Rang on the new year with Fat Mike dressed as a woman. NOFX was awesome!
Happy New Year!!!
Found a aim conversation that I printed out back in April of 2002. Now looking back almost 9 years later the conversation had some very sound advice.
At the time I was a sophomore in high school and very unaware of what really mattered. (Hey, I was 16 — we are all like that —very typical) The conversation was with an older friend that I went to school with and he was trying to cheer me up because a certain boy I liked was, (just like me) a typical high school boy.
After reassuring me that I had a lot of many wonderful qualities, he left me with this last piece of advice,
“Don’t waste you time focusing on your regrets.”
hmmmm…
…look forward.
After a crazy 2010, I think this phrase will become a theme for me in 2011. My life has changed a lot since I had last celebrated a new year — and that was all because I trusted myself and took risks. I finally allowed myself to make decisions thinking of what I wanted and how I wanted to challenge myself.
Also, I must have know that this advice would come in handy again someday since it is the only aim conversation that I have printed out stuck in this old composition notebook.
I hope you all have a great year ahead and make the most of it.
Be alive.
Love,
Sara
Amazing how much things can change and yets other remain painfully the same…
An awkward conversation that is painfully familiar
Nothing has changed
Still complaining about the same things and what you don’t have
When will you learn?
When will you move forward?
You are stuck little boy
Making the same mistakes over and over
Things should be changing and progressing
But they never do
They never will
Can you see me now?
Are you scared?
Can you feel how I have changed?
I know nothing still I know nothing silent
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