Humans hold on to the ideals they create I believe for 2 main reasons.
The wedding reception was as glorious as they come. Everyone from the groom’s mother, to the college friends, to the brides sister was lit. Their eyes sparkled in the dark, in remembrance of their momentary wedding sobriety, in the joy of being free and celebrating love.
“Oh fucking Jesus.” I whispered to myself; I hate to cry in public.
When I first moved to NYC on the record cold day of the year I was oddly prepared as I had purchased snow boots, a down coat and a leather jacket even before any jobs offers came because something in my gut told me I'd be moving there.
I ate snails, drank Rose' before dinner, dined alone, accepted roses from romantic strangers, attempted at my best (worst) french while continuously exploring and getting lost, or finding(myself) something beautiful. I loved France.
I had another topic for this weeks post all together, it was done and written, completely unrelated. But in light of the worlds occurrences yesterday I have to speak in regards to the events that took place in Virginia.
For a long time I was confused by the word faith, I thought it didn't apply to me...
If anyone has been watching The Handmaids Tale as of late and shitting themselves because it feels slightly too close for comfort, well, hold on to your control-top panties ladies I've got a doozy for ya...
I softly and almost drunkenly slapped the blue wrinkled post-it on my bathroom mirror that said “It will all be OK”.