Been listening to Golden Slumbers/Carry That Weight/The End ever since Paul McCartney performed it at the Grammys, Sunday. This Mumford and Sons cover equals one thing for me: ovaries exploding.
I don’t watch Grey’s, but my best friend does. And she is my person. Talking to her today, I had a realization: if friendship exists, love must exist.
Sometimes I get so caught up in everything that is stressful and undesirable in my life, that I forget everything that is simple and true. Never become so focused on the people who let you down that you lose sight of the ones you can always find standing right beside you.
She is always right beside me.
“We’re stuck together, probably forever, and I will never regret that fact.”
Happiness.
I feel like it is completely acceptable for me to be all pointless “blah, blah, blah.” I have not posted on tumblr in forever.
I cannot decide if my life lately has been mind-blowingly awesome, or a complete disaster. Probably a beautiful combination of both! One lovely thing is that I have stopped caring about HIM; mostly because I’ve accepted that he decided a wasn’t worth the trouble long before the shit hit the fan over the summer. Sure silent tears fall in the privacy of my room; but those times are few and far between. I can usually face the day without wanting the to blow up everyone I see. Hmmm the thing about me not caring about him is probably a lie…I just don’t dwell on it.
BUT my life has been a whirlwind and I love it. I have not been free in five years. This is so crazy. I feel like a kid in a candy store. That may be good, that may be bad. I’m choosing not to worry about it right now.
As it turns out, Gob is a pretty smart magician, but we already knew that.
