…or so she says.

i’m quickly approaching 25…a number that can’t be divided in half, thankfully. i feel like i’ve taken pride in splitting my life in half. like a fckn horcrux (harry potter, reference. move along, there’s nothing to see here).

being born on the cusp between leo & virgo. being  being bicoastal. (struggling at) being bilingual. being left brained & right brained. being a freelancer & corporate workerbee. i even tried to train myself to be ambidextrous when i was little.  i had a whole composition notebook dedicated to left-handwriting.

i long to feel as one whole, crisp dollar again. instead of two sides of an invaluable coin in a pocket full of spare change. 

for once, i’d love to be indivisible. just me. not divided by 2, 3 or multiples of 5.

almost…

They love it when you smile unaware that it’s a strain. It’s a curse you gotta live with when you born to entertain.

drake

ditto

by way of notamexicangirl:

ronnia to me: sometimes i wish i had a smaller heart. not grinch small, just average american small. ever feel that way?

me to ronnia: i totally feel that way. at least 75% of the time.