Random Acts of Awesome

It's funny. There are two, extremely different parts of me. One part of me reads science books for fun, is extremely skeptical, believes firmly in the power of rational thought, and takes comfort in the knowledge that when I die my body will do nothing more than fertilize the ground it resides in (no formaldehyde for me, thankyouverymuch!). And then there's the other part of me. The part of me that believes in past lives, that believes in ghosts, believes very deeply in the absolute power of will and intention, and believes that power can be formed and shaped, can be manipulated. That part of me would have been burned at the stake a couple hundred years ago. That part of me acknowledges the fact that I'm a witch (I'm not a witch, I'm your wife!), believes that I can pluck rosemary from my garden and use it to help me shape my life. It believes in the power other people can hold over me. Believes that the life I live now is a stone skipping the surface of a vast se...

Grow the fuck up. Happiness will never be found outside your self. It is nobodies fault but your own that you take and you take and you take, and yet somehow the void never gets filled. Look to yourself to fulfill your needs, and once you've done that you might be capable of filling someone elses.

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What I really really want... I wanna! I wanna! I always hear the next part as tear your body down and slam it all around. That doesn't say much for my mental health. The other day, my friend asked me what I wanted in a man. She asked me to detail it out, what would make me swoon, believe in true love, my dream lover... all that jazz. I couldn't do it. She asked me why, and I said it was because when I know what I want, it generally comes to me. I can manifest like a motherfucker. And I don't want true love to come to me right now. I'm not ready for it. I'm not the type of person yet that I want to be, which means that I'm not ready for love. And it was true. I'm not ready, mostly because I'm not going to attract to me the kind of guy I want to fall in love with. Good lord. It sounds so controlling. And it is, but only of myself. So, instead of manifesting true love, I'm going to manifest my true self. That's right. I said it. Fucking hip...