we are sisters and singers, drawers and daughters...
we are both university students (Lola/22/senior and Beez/17/freshman) in Michigan who enjoy posting about bands we like (eisley, say anything, brand new, circa survive, etc.), Doctor Who, our coffee/tea addictions, books, our faith, and silly, rambling posts about our lives.
I say fall. Fall hard. Fall in love with whomever that person is, wherever they are — office, grocery store, wherever. It hurts. For sure it hurts not to be loved in return, but it’s love, right? It’s worth it. Especially when it works out. In my mind, it is absolutely, unquestionably worth the attempt to just… see.
Gravitation cannot be held responsible for people falling in love. How on earth can you explain in terms of chemistry and physics so important a biological phenomenon as first love? Put your hand on a stove for a minute and it seems like an hour. Sit with that special girl for an hour and it seems like a minute. That’s relativity.
I am the happiest creature in the world. Perhaps other people have said so before, but not one with such justice. I am happier even than Jane; she only smiles, I laugh.
I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me… but it’s hard to stay mad when there’s so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once, and it’s too much, my heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst… and then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can’t feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life. You have no idea what I’m talking about, I’m sure. But don’t worry, you will someday.