on realizing the importance of being surrounded by good people.

the older i get the more i realize how important it is to have good people surrounding you in life.
but i think it goes beyond the cliche of saying "you become like your friends"...

it's more like coming home at night with a smile you can't erase and your heart dancing,
not because anything extraordinary happened, but laughter was shared and in the laughter- there was love.

it's the mornings you wake up with a happy feeling in your heart because you realize they were in your dream and although your dream was ridiculously stupid and completely invalid-- they were still there, with you. 

it's the late night chats that don't end until "oh, wait, it's 11:11. again. I probably should get to bed now." because although technology is often our chosen mask, it is also our connection. because fingers on a keyboard in a different city and a white screen in front of you is still better than being alone.

it's like getting a group message from people you've lost track of and didn't know how to regain the lost and wanting to all get together again soon.

and sometimes it may feel like you have only that one person who you can really bare your heart with, but sometimes that's okay. and sometimes all the other people in your life are friendships that just need a little more fertilizer to continue growing.

xoxo. -m

letters to humans | v.5

(letters to humans, the documentation of human experience and encounters told by moi.)

dear human,

the fact that you said my name today although we've literally never talk made my day 100x better. it wasn't anything extraordinary, you were just asking me a question about rice and beans, but you said my name and that made the world of difference. i don't know why-- i've never quite been able to figure it out, but when i hear someone say my name, it makes my twisted human heart swell. i guess it's just the thought that someone cares enough to remember who i am. 

so yeah, thanks for that.

love,

the girl who cut off 8 inches of her hair, however it still looks relatively the same. #dontevenask #curlyhairproblems

currently quoting:

“That’s what stories are for. Stories are for joining the past to the future. Stories are for those late hours in the night when you can’t remember how you got from where you were to where you are. Stories are for eternity, when memory is erased, when there is nothing to remember except the story.”

—    Tim O’Brien, The Things They Carried