I think too much and don't speak out enough; I laugh constantly but mostly to myself; I love whole-heartedly but don't know how to tell anyone; I hope for the best and lie to myself about being prepared for disappointment.
I'm not a bad person. I'm just mistake-prone.
I will always be a child
And I have
no problem
with that.
I believe.
That luck is only a refusal to take responsibility for Karma.
That Autumn is the most beautiful season of all.
That death is only the birth of new life.
That hope is required to live a fruitful existance.
That love is the highest and truest success.
That every human being is the embodiment of God.
That each of us contain beauty that would dazzle us if we would only open our eyes.
That joy comes from standing barefoot in the dirt.
That exhilaration comes from viewing the Earth from the vantage of a treetop or a mountainside.
That peace comes from the waves breaking over your feet and the salt spray whipping across your face.
Disclaimer: I am a hopeless romantic. Seriously. I am an incredibly sappy, gushy, dramatic, romantic comedy watching, crying during love scenes, pathetic and sad little idealistic girl who desperately clings to the unrealistic idea of love that Hollywood has been churning out for decades. And the saddest part about that? Even as I cynically describe it to you, I still honestly, completely believe that it's real.
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