Because I had been laying in bed since 11, unable to fall asleep because the person who recently moved in above me was playing music in his bedroom and all I could concentrate on was the rhythm of the bass of the music, even though I had my air purifier on high in order to make white noise. Even the cats kept looking up at the ceiling, trying to figure out where the noise was coming from. So, when I went up at 1 a.m. to ask him to turn it down because it was STILL playing and, hey, it’s a TUESDAY night… I was surprised to see him and two elderly women (assuming mom and aunt?) hanging out listening to Israel “IZ” Kamakawiwoʻole’s version of “Somewhere Over the Rainbow.”
i’ve been thinking about certain things (probably over thinking) and have taken some action on some stuff that i didn’t think i would at this point in my life.
and i feel like i want to talk to someone about it all, but not someone i’d normally turn to, like my mom or close friends. it’s one of those things i’d like to talk about with a partner. but, sadly, i don’t have one of those.
and it’s time like this when i feel really lonely. and then that fact just adds to all the other stuff floating around my head. and makes me feel even lonelier.
i like feeling independent and whatnot a lot of the time, but when it comes down to it all, sometimes you just want someone to talk to.
text messaging a friend a funny/clever text and not receiving a response (after 24 hours and counting) then texting that same person again with a legitimate question and STILL not receiving a response.
dude. i know you keep your phone on you. ANSWER IT.
thursday night thoughts while taking an acela train back to D.C.
all i really want to do is marry a multi-millionaire who loves animals as much as i do, so i can buy a shitload of land and rescue all the cats and dogs that i can, while still being able to take them to the vet and give them the finest quality food and care.
i love hanging out with kittens and puppies but seriously can’t take it when they look at you with their big, beautiful eyes; fall asleep all cuddled in your arms; and whimper when you have to put them back because you cannot adopt them all. my dreamlife would be one where i was considered the neighborhood pet lady who just gave shelter animals a place to live out their lives.
working from home consists of both cats taking turns jumping onto the desk and walking across my computer. or choosing to park right on the laptop. and me picking up and removing them. and praying that they don’t delete my work or accidentally publish unfinished HTML with their butt. oh, and also removing Etta’s head from the bag of pretzels on repeat.
“When you start to really know someone, all their physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in his energy, recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and body but not your heart. And that’s why, when you really connect with a person’s inner self, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant.”—Lisa Unger (via felicefawn)