I’d say one of the things that can really hurt a sensitive person is when someone misinterprets your intent, assumes you’re getting back at them, or are up to no good.

I would do absolutely anything for anyone I love. My loyalty knows no bounds.

Even when people screw me over I still do the right thing.

It’s just always surprising when their true colors finally reveal themselves.

Does it get harder to love as you get older? Like, as life calloused you, it became more difficult to be naive enough to truly love?

Are the best loves built over time? Or are they those instantaneous connections?

Have you ever experienced a real romantic love? More than once? Have you ever considered which love was the “best,” or most passionate? Most natural & effortless? I get to choose amongst Bens, Ryans, or cops. Or a JFT.

This thought popped into my mind while listening to music in the bathtub. 😍

What if you can decide who it is immediately? Does that still mean you are a bit in love with them, or, in love with the connection you had with them, anyways?

What if every love you’ve ever had seems bland or blah? Isn’t that why it didn’t work out to begin with?

I’m just in love with love. I really do only remember the positive about my past πŸ™‚

So, who did I love the most my entire life? brh, rwm, arh, bct, jmc? even rjp or am. πŸ˜πŸ˜‚πŸ€“ They’re all special & perfect in their own way.

“You become what you digest into your spirit. Whatever you think about, focus on, read about, talk about, you’re going to attract more of into your life. Make sure they’re all positive.”

Just realized the candy bowl on my table officially makes me my mother’s daughter.

Hugs & Cookies.

What else does one need in life? πŸ™‚

Can my soul mate be in animal form?

When I first got Rollo I thought his name was stupid & planned on changing it. Once I met him, I knew it was just who he was. Any time a new person or animal approaches him he rolls over onto his back, excited to play & also submitting. I’m not familiar with animal behavior; what is (a)typical, etc. Others at the dog park laugh hysterically & say they’ve never seen anything like it.

Rollo is such a sweet & happy boy. There has never been an instance where an animal disliked him. In fact, most large dogs follow him around at the dog park, standing over him as a means of protection. It is the coolest thing. If other large dogs get too close, his protector will buck up. Rollo just sits there clueless waiting to continue to run & be chased.

Today I took him to the dog park & a woman showed up with 4 Huskies. Three were great but the fourth kept knocking Rollo on his back much too forcefully. He’d then grab Rollo’s entire neck with his mouth, inflicting some amount of pain because Rollo began to whimper & cry. The owner kept saying, “that’s just how huskies playing. By latching onto the neck until there are yelps of pain? Don’t think so!

You’re not supposed to get into the middle of a dog fight but I’ll be damned if I didn’t reach my hand down right as the husky was biting Rollo’s neck & take him away.

In that moment it was my little love in danger so without hesitation I threw myself into the situation to save him. He has been extra loving & cuddly tonight. He knows & understands that I saved him.

I’ll never forget the look of actual fear in his eyes when he heard me yelling, “NO!,” to the husky while making myself bigger & more dominant to diffuse the situation. I never want to see that look again. He feared for his life.

I love you, Poodies. Thank you for choosing me! (& Bops, too)

One thing the Bible has actually taught me: the only man that has given me a real love is my father. I’m ready to experience an actual romantic love, not just a paternal one.

“She was the tide, always drifting in and out of the lives of those who loved her, eternally indecisive, unable to discern whether she desired the solidity and safety of land, or the wild freedom of the ocean.” – Beau Taplin

“Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity.” – Henry Van Dyke


I took my first 50mg of Zoloft. I got very tired, felt heavier, my ears had a distant ringing; but I felt alert and aware of all of my senses, every emotion. I wasn’t on autopilot coasting through the minutes like the zombie I usually am. I felt like me; relaxed, silly, nerdy, awkward, and goofy.

Nine hours later, I washed my hands in the bathroom and when I looked up, it was right into the reflection of my own eyes. There was so much power and life behind them, a touch of rambunctious playfulness dancing within. It was like looking into the eyes of a stranger. I’d never really seen myself before. I gasped aloud as I realized, “… I’m… pretty!”

For once it wasn’t a question, but a statement. That sounds stupid but females struggle with acceptance of physical self all throughout their lives.

A feeling of gratitude suddenly flooded me.

I felt good enough.

And somehow at 5:20 in the morning, at age 30, I began to accept myself. Do any of you really look at yourselves? At the fire in your eyes? I was always too shy or ashamed… Just do it. It can be life changing.