May62012
Its a bird! Its a plane! Its a ….
Tube of pink lipstick..?
That seems to be my trademark these days, a pink pout and man saving. As natural nurturers, women are drawn to helpless and defenseless in every aspect of their lives. Thats why we get our girlfriends drunk after a messy breakup and love baby animals who need constant care. Which is why it is no surprise that we are also attracted to broken men.
We’ve all dated one, or ten, … that guy who is emotionally unavailable and vocalizes his redflag from day one … but we all think we’re different. We can be the one who changes it all. News flash, that wont happen. Truth is, the guy you bent over backwards for to make him believe in romance, you know, the one who left because he was confused or conflicted or drafted? He’s probably doing everything you wish he would with you, to someone who didn’t even try. Where does that leave Captain Romance? Off to rescue another poor, heartless douche who will continue your pattern.
I speak from experience. But there is light at the end of this love tunnel. I have dated the broken, the condemned and the down right undate’able and have risen up from the ashes of movie ticket stubs and cheap sushi. I have learned that the only broken person that needs my super fixing skills is the woman i was yesterday. Shes a big project, but the payout is well worth it.
Current Status; under repair.
November122011
solangemonegro asked: Hey Jazmyn. How are you doing?
Im fantastic. Never better actually. Thanks for asking.
11AM
Birthday Wishes. we make them each year as we grow up whether we believe in their power or not. most of us stop relatively early and write off the tradition as foolish and insignificant, surprisingly enough i havent grown up that much yet.
Since my 16th birthday ive made selfless wishes that i recited every day in November leading up to my actual birthday. I’ve wished for peace of mind and good health for my family, well being and happiness for my friends, patience for my future loves and serenity in the lives i have touched.
On my 19th birthday, carrying my unborn child, i wished for a better world and i wished that i may grow into a worthy woman and a mother that he deserved. i like to think the universe is still working on this one for me.
But with my 23rd birthday steadily approaching, i have decided to make this year about myself. i have a different birthday wish, one that requires sacrifice and persistence but will surely be worth the effort.
Birthday wishes arent instant fixes, they are the tiny bit of magic that help us when we help ourselves. they are the little miracles that cannot be explained but are never forgotten. they are as real and powerful as we allow them to be.
September52011
“To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering one must not love. But then one suffers from not loving. Therefore, to love is to suffer; not to love is to suffer; to suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy, then, is to suffer, but suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be happy one must love or love to suffer or suffer from too much happiness.”
Woody Allen
Oh do I love this man.
(via pennyforurthoughts)
(Source: henrychinaskii, via pennyforurthoughts)
7PM
the end is near!
no, not REALLY. but thats how it felt as soon as i deleted my facebook profile. being a member of the technology generation i can honestly say, just like many of you, that i nurse a bizarre obsession for useless information. isnt that why we join these sites? facebook, twitter, hi5? we are intrigued by the day to day crap of everyone elses life as opposed to living a life ourselves. who cares where youre having dinner tonight? do i really need to see photos of you and “the love of your life” celebrating your two-week anniversary by making out at 50 different places? and why on earth would someone feel the need to let cyber-space know how much they hate their “bff” just to see them chummy around a bottle of tequila the very next day?
but we encourage this. we have a list of people from highschool and college who we never actually enjoyed in real life, just to fullfill our psychotic need for self validation of every new photo we post. we measure how attractive a photo is by how many people “like” it, we analyze a potential beau by their wall posts and flikr history. we understand how alone we are by how many friends we have. it truly is sad.
ive kept twitter to continue with feeding my addiction of the mind numbing crap that is posted and ive kept tumblr to vent to you all about it. i know many of my “friendships” will end as a result of my facebook deactivation, but that just helps me weed out the ones who were just looking for their own useless fix, just as i was.
xxoo-
stay beautiful
7PM
laroclaxtina asked: omggg you're alive lol, i lost your number but i do hope all is well hun!
LOL yess im alive! everything is fanastic, thank you.
