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Always Thinkin
Just because we don’t talk doesn’t mean I don’t think about you.
The world's a science & I'm a secret.
Hello, I'm Ivory, but you can call me Ives for short. This isn't some elaborate, amazing or spectacular blog. It's the thoughts of someone who leads an average life. I'm just an average girl living in California trying to figure out who she is, why she's here and all that good stuff without all the cheesy bs they put in movies. No spectacular love story, no amazing talent or gift that I have discovered thus far in my short life. I'm not pessimist, even though so far it sounds like I am. I'm an optimist. And sometimes I'm naive. And I wanna believe that everyone out there has some amount of kindness in their heart and that we all wanna be loved, love and life a long, happy life. Sometimes I'm wrong. Well, a lot of the time. But it's just how we learn. Even if someone says, "Don't touch that it's hot.", we do it anyways. Because we're human. And usually very, very stupid. I am a very eccentric person, and I like to think I'm funny, smart, sweet, friendly and everything that is good. Most people think I'm weird or a freak and they laugh, but the joke's on them cause they just live their lives trying to please everyone else. Screw that. I did that, and all it got me was bull. Wow, this is long. Okay, I shuts up nao. Hopefully by the end of this blog, someone, somewhere will know more about this tiny little speck on a minuscule planet in the midst of a vast universe.
Relentless
It hurts when I think about how you were the one who chased after me, then decided you didn’t want me after I fell in love with you. But the days when you were relentless in winning me over were lovely.
No Quit
She’s way better for you, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to quit trying.
Now Now
I think you’ve put me aside as someone you might love someday, but someday I won’t be available. Love me now.
Ugh
This has been like the worst few months of. My. Short. Little. Life. *headdesk* soo muchh craapp. And sooo. Muchh. Painn. & Sufferriinggg. Mrf. Shoot me.
Browsing Antiques
Yesterday, well, now it’s two days ago, I went to an antique store with my mom and every time we go, I always stop and look through most of the old family pictures they have there and it always makes me sad because these are someone’s wedding pictures, their memories on paper, a glimpse at their life now sold for $.25 each or less to strangers who don’t think, “Oh, look. This was someone’s wife/sister/aunt/mom/best friend.” It’s just for show. Sometimes I imagine what they lived like in the thirties, forties, fifties. Maybe they were rich? The richest people in their town. Where are they now? What did they do? Did they fall in love, get married and live their lives peacefully? Maybe I’m just way too sentimental. Ha. Maybe.
I perused the clothes there, too. Pretty dresses they wore to their first dance, had their first kiss in, married their best friend in..
I wish I could’ve lived back in those times. The luxuries of today would gone, of course. And there’s a drawback to that. But I think it’d be fun to pretend I live in the fiftie’s. Everything was so simple and pretty. Buildings were actually thought about, had massive amounts of detail to them. Women looked good all the time. People cared about what they looked like. Today girls wear shorts/skirts that barely come passed their derriere and wear shirts that are 2 sizes too tight and they wear massive amounts of make-up and hair products and it’s considered pretty even though they look like someone you’d pick up off the street at 3am.. Guys have pants to their knees and shirts that are so long they could fit the Loch Ness perfectly. Isn’t that sexy? NOT.
Sigh. I wish I lived in the fifties.
Yeah. I decided this would be my first post. Displaying how sentimental I am.
Enjoy, my non existent readers.
One of my favorite pictures I have ever taken. Pretty, no?
Well, to me it is..
Wishing you could keep me closer. I’m a lazy dancer and when you move, I move with you.
Collect Call by Metric
