October 23rd, 2012

Sometimes I write about a future love. Someone who is existing now in this world. Maybe he is loved by a girl. Maybe he loves her back. Maybe, like me he is alone. 

I write away some of the loneliness by writing to him, or about him. I don’t write because of the loneliness, mostly because the loneliness is just about being a human. There isn’t an easy cure. Some people stay busy, some people deny it. Some people stare it in the face and move on with their days. Some people acknowledge that loneliness is something that you can over come with determination. 

However, we all need someone. Someones. Plural. I have love. I have self love, I have love from wonderful amazing women. I have love from my parents, and my siblings. I have people that love me.  

I know that there is a man, as flawed as I am, that I will meet, someday, and we will give it a go. It being love. 

Until then. I will write. And, one day I will share all these rambling prose to him. Maybe he’s already reading them. Maybe he has no idea. 

Maybe. 

Until then, I write. Not for him, but for me. And, a little bit for you reading this. 

(Source: thatkindofwoman)

May 7th, 2012

Honestly, I don’t know about the quality of S&S’s products, I haven’t encountered them other than to sneak in their store in Nolita in November with Folu & James. But, I love the relaxed look. If I were buying some things for “him” these are just a couple pieces I would get. Click through to check out more of my “outfits” on polyvore. 

(Source: thatkindofwoman)

December 2nd, 2011
him: I bet you wish you could smell my beard right now. It smells......
me: ....
him: Yes, I realize what I just said.
me: This is going on tumblr.
him: Why? So you can just delete it, like all the other stuff that pertains to me.
me: I have to delete it or everyone would be asking questions "Who is he?" How many children are you having?" "Are you engaged, are you getting married?"
him: that's when you lie. "6, yes, sometimes, only on Saturdays."
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