wife, mother, the rest is to be discovered.
I write. poetry. yes I realize how unicorn that sounds.
I jog. come on, jogging can be cool. for serious.
I jealousize. yeah I do the envy thing, but in a nice way.
I stare. its usually an accident. an awkward one.
I pretend. can't help it, still fun to imagine.
I laugh. and it changes, really, it does, kinda weird.
I remember. the best and worst memories at the best and worst times.
I dream. nightmares nearly every night for as long as I can remember, says more about me than alot of things.
I think. and chances are, about you at one point. be flattered its good.
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i'm being 100% honest when i say that i really want to rock that entire outfit. the stripes under the tu-tu. the kicks. fashionista.
^i agree.
ava had those a few years back and i shoved her feet into them until she finally complained they hurt.
and i don't care how beat up they look, em's is wearing them as soon as she grows into them.
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