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I am... a lot of things


I am...a lot of things.

  • I am my dad's roses in the summer that range from the softest pinks to smiley yellows in every shade.
  • I am my mom's chick flicks in the winter that come with fluffy socks and chocolate we buy on sale after Christmas.                                                                                                                                            
  • I am my family camping trips to Mount Rainer, swimming in the the crystal clear glacier rivers and walking through seas of ferns and pillars of patriarchs.                                                                        
  • I am the salt water on my lips as I perch on the jagged grey boulders over looking the white tipped exspance of the ocean until it craddles the sun on the horizon.                                                                
  • I am the late nights spent on homework and the coffee stained countertops after every new pot made before work.
  • I am the miniature library i created with my obsession with liturature and my painted walls that came with an overflowing imagination.
  • I am that punny joke you thought no one would laugh at and the person you go to for relationship advice but has never had a real relationship themselves.
  • I am the histoian who loves science and the extrovert who loves the indoors, the lazy hard worker and the twelve year old adult.
  • I am the girly tom-boy and the hopless romantic who will always tell you she's Miss. Independent.
  • I am the enthusist of classcal music and the hot shower pop star, the person who jams out skrillex but can sing every word to "Over the Moon" by Frank Sinatra.
  • I am the lady who apprciates a classy tea party but can get down at a hardcore metal concert.
  • I am the girl who loves to play in the dirt and cares more about the people she's with then her hair while doing it.

I am a lot of things but honstly I am just me, and me is how I want to be.

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