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“If I Could Tell My Adolescent Self What I Know Now” – ELITE DAILY

“If I Could Tell My Adolescent Self What I Know Now” – ELITE DAILY

I stumbled upon this link from my 25-year-old cousin who shared it over Facebook. I believe everyone should read this, no matter your age.

Lena Oh wrote this beautiful article. It made me cry. It made me revaluate my life — past, present, future.

Some of her points are hard to accept with her main point, let go. “Let go of pain; let go of anger; let go of regret; let go of resentment; let go of the past; let go of mistakes; let go of the ex; let go of the disappointment. Surrender it all.”

However, they are all necessary and well-deserving of doing.

I hope this article helps all of you, just as it has helped me.

Call Me Beautiful

I hate being cute.

I’m so adorable,

omgeee!

I’m just so freaking cute!

Cute, cute, cute!

Well you know what?

After years of hearing that,

it means nothing to me.

You might as well be saying I’m plain.

I want to hear something different.

You don’t say it as often as I’d like you to,

but when you do, at least it has meaning.

I want to be called pretty.

Beautiful.

Gorgeous.

Stunning.

Mesmerizing.

Maybe it’s just society and their cardboard boxes

making me feel this way,

but it doesn’t matter.

It’s still how I feel.

So change my day.

My week.

My month.

My life.

And call me beautiful.

Jennifer Gioia (c) 2013

I Remember

Duncan and I at 12 years old.
Duncan, 8, and I, 12, the day we put him down.

I remember waking up

but not what time.

I remember my father crying

but not knowing why.

I remember the drive to say goodbye

but not where we were headed.

I remember seeing him in pain,

but not being able to help.

I remember my parents talking to a doctor

but not about what.

I remember holding his paw

as he slowly drifted away.

Continue reading I Remember

Giving Into Pleasure

This piece of fiction I wrote for my final in my Intro. to Writing Fiction course. I hope you all enjoy. Just a warning, there is some explicit and sexual content involved. Jennifer Gioia (c) 2012 Continue reading Giving Into Pleasure

Things That Comfort Me & Other Things

  1. Chocolate
  2. Chocolate ice cream
  3. Ben & Jerry’s Half Baked
  4. Chocolate covered strawberries
  5. Strawberries
  6. Raw cookie dough
  7. Brownies
  8. Starbucks iced carmel latte with whipped cream
  9. Mashed potatoes
  10. Cozy blankets
  11. My teddy bear, DJ
  12. A crackling fire (either in a fireplace or a fire pit)
  13. A good romantic film/novel that makes you cry (everyone needs a good cry here and there)
  14. A good laughing fest
  15. Hugs
  16. Cuddling
  17. Kisses
  18. Laying in Your arms
  19. Floating in the sea
  20. Making shapes of the clouds
  21. Watching the night sky
  22. Gazing at the moon (especially when its full)
  23. Somber music
  24. The smell of old books
  25. The feeling of sand snaking it’s way through your toes
  26. Freshly cut grass
  27. Laying in the sun on a breezy day
  28. Daisies
  29. Finishing reading/writing a story

As you can tell, a lot of the things that comfort me are nature and food. But what do you expect? They both can be quite beautiful. The reason why I made this list was for the benefit of myself and the people I know. However, writing this did comfort me, so that should be number 30. I guess making lists comfort me because I feel organized and not overwhelmed, which induces relaxation. Now I’m just rambling on crap.

Just a heads up: I doubt I will posting as much as I have in the past because I just started my fall semester of my sophomore year. Exciting! The two classes I’m most excited about is English 209 (Intro to Writing Fiction) and Journalism 110 (Intro to Journalism). So I’ve definitely thought about my career choice and becoming an editor or publisher seems more logical than a professional author. But that doesn’t mean I’m giving up my dream. I just probably won’t publish my first novel until I am a mother. But to be honest, I’m alright with that, because do you know hard it is to publish a novel? Just having one novel will be a big enough accomplishment on it’s own. So whoopdeedoo for future me.

Hope you all have enjoyed you summer. It’s almost September. Which means that it’s almost my 19th birthday! (: YAY! I hope the sun comes shining through the dreary clouds that surround my campus…

You Are…

You are the shine in the sun.

You are the whispers in the wind.

You are the butterfly at the bush.

You are the figures in the clouds.

You are the waves crashing in.

You are the laughter that I hear.

You are the smile on my face.

You are the sparkle in my eye.

You are the perfection of the moon.

You are the lights in the night sky.

You are the motion of the current.

You are the softness of the sand.

You are the goosebumps on my body.

You are the tangles in my hair.

You are the salt in the sea.

You are the mist of the water.

You are the warmth inside of me.

You are the love inside my heart.

You are the mate to my soul.

You are the matching beat to my heart.

You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.

You are the love of my life.

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You Are My World

 

When I’m with you, moments seem to last longer, but days seem to pass by quicker.

Every love song on the radio reminds me of you, some even bring tears of joy to my eyes.

That’s never happened to me before.

When we’re apart, I anxiously wait for the next time we meet.

When we kiss goodbye, I wish we could have one more kiss.

The world comes to a halt when I’m in your arms.

The heat of your body always warms me perfectly.

Sometimes I like to trace the features of your face.

I always seem to swim in your eyes. The colors they can change to never cease to amaze me.

When I close my eyes, I see your smiling face push through the dark.

The thought of you not in my life, I can’t even imagine.

When I try to, my world tumbles over.

I always wish for you on every eyelash.

I’ve always dreamt of a love like ours.

It’s still hard to grasp that it’s real, that it’s really happening to me. To us.

I see sparks fly whenever you smile.

Butterflies still flutter around when you kiss me.

I know all your little antics and I find them quite adorable, even the annoying ones.

You’re all I need.

You’re all I want.

You’re everything there is in the world to me.

You are my world. Continue reading You Are My World

Love Is A Strange Word.

Love is a strange word, and it could mean a number of different things to different people. You have to realize that love isn’t a saying. It’s an action. Judge a person’s feelings by what they do, not by what they say. It’s just the little things people do to show they’re in love.

First off, it definitely doesn’t happen right away. So any person who says it immediately usually just wants to get in your pants, which entails that they’re inexperienced and don’t know what love is.

The analogy I use is that love is like a tree and infatuation is like a flower. A flower is bright and beautiful, and it blooms fast.

However, a flower has no will power; no strength. A flower will blow away during a storm or a passing animal could crush it. Flowers are seasonal. They die too fast and are too fragile.

A tree is not as bright and exciting as the flower. A tree takes a very, very long time to grow. But trees have tremendous roots placing them firmly in solid ground. A tree can live over 100 years. Trees even stand long after they die. Just like love.

The way someone treats you shows love. When you finally fall in love, it’s the most calming experience. You won’t even realize it right away. It’ll just hit you one day. You’ll know. You won’t doubt that feeling once you’ve felt it.

Love is still a strange word, although.

Continue reading Love Is A Strange Word.