January 10, 2016

There is a strange sense of silence when you cannot reach out to someone. Like a stranglehold that leaves you breathless, even when all you do is breathe. Heavy and loud sappy sighs.

The Golden Globes gives me major FOMO.

Leo needs to ask me to marry him already. Deanna Di Caprio. Beautiful ring to it. Plus I’ll be 25 soon and “too old”.

Two-time Golden Globe award winner Jim Carrey makes me happy. "You can't not know who the winner is once I've said it" JUST OPEN THE DAMN CARD, CAREY. REVEAL THE WINNER, CAREY.

It reminds me of my life right now and everything I need to say. I'll say it, locked in my room, looking into the eyes of the imaginary someone I am speaking to. I'll say it, rehearse it, familiarize myself with the taste of the words as they come out. I cannot unsay what I've said. I can't unmeet someone I've met. Rocks in a river, they are there for a reason; they sit still, and never meet the same water twice.