A story doesn't start with the end. And the protagonist never gets the to the ending, happy or sad, without going through the entire novel first.

But, life is not a book, and certainly not one that starts with the end.

We cannot control those around us. We can't control what the future will bring. We only have control over now.

Will you smile or frown?

Will you dance or sit in the chairs on the side?

Will you eat the pie or eat the celery stick?

Will you laugh loud or snicker quietly?

Will you kiss him, or always wish you had?

Will you give the homeless man a dollar or walk by?

Will you read a good book or watch reality tv?

Will you scream or keep it inside?

Will you act on your impulses or constantly plan?

Will you explore or stay inside?

And when that opportunity comes, will you take it, or question yourself?

There is no man with a typewriter, deciding what you say next or choosing who comes into your life. You are writing your own story, with every word you speak and ever chance you take. Life doesn't come with a story board, so take your freedom and make something out of it.

Never say "I can't", because, darling, success isn't what the world tells us it is. It's writing your own definiton.

Success- noun.1. smiling even when you're sad. 2. having someone you can count on. 3. knowing that who you are is an ever-changing thing, and that every day you are becoming yourself.

limits mean nothing.

If i ever end up even close to the women on the bachelor please shoot me. thanks.

Last night after hours math homework ( which wasn't a waste of time or anything since I know for a FACT that every day when i grow up, people will be asking me what the cosine of a right triangle looks like on a graph and if i don't know...well that will just be plain embarrassing...) I sat down on the couch and casually flipped through the channels. I ended up watching the bachelor. and laughing. really hard.

mostly because how pathetically sad those women are.

they are all convinced that they love this "bachelor" and that they belong with him. Not like he's dating 10 other women or anything....and kissing them....and by the end sleeping with at least 3....yet they look at the camera and talk like all they want is this man, and to love him forever, meanwhile he's with another girl in a bikini on the beaches of Costa Rica.

when i find love, or love finds me, I'm going to know it's real.

an i promise never to live the lie, and tell myself that he loves me, when i know he doesn't. especially if he's sleeping with two other women, you know.

i'm still torn

between wanting to grow old with you

and wanting to stay young,

but it isn't really my choice.

so will you love me forever?

and will we sip tea on the porch 

and talk about the good old days?

call me darling and hold my hand. 

smile at me and tell me i'm beautiful. 

laugh your old man laugh

i'll smile my wrinkly smile.

who cares if we were influential in the world? 

who cares how much money we made?

as long as you're next to me, love,

i know we will succeed.

eff arr eye enn dee eeee essss

FRIENDS

why do i deserve such fantastic ones?