Girls my age


Girls my age spend a lot of time curving their eyebrows, shading their eyes, and picking the right color for their lips. I am not one of them.

They say it’s better to arrive late and pretty than to arrive early looking like crap. In my case, I’m always late and, yes, I always look like crap. I am in my junior year in college and I just got my first ever case of pressed powder (which I only used for a week), and lip tint. I don’t even want to comb my hair. In my defense, I say messy hair is in today, right?

Girls my age go on dates. Me? Well, I’ve got plenty of books and TV series piled up, waiting for my attention.

They say, “Get out there! Have fun! You’re young!” It’s not that I haven’t thought of doing something like that. It’s just too nice to imagine oneself doing those things, but the process of getting there is not easy. It’s always better said than done.

Do you ever have days when you ask yourself, “What is wrong with me?” I mean, girls my age are having the time of their lives and I realize I’ve been sitting in a corner for a long time, waiting for the light to turn green.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m actually doing something. And by “something” I mean reading books, watching movies, hanging out with friends, meeting new people. Maybe I’m just afraid I’m not living the life. I’m afraid I’m going to leave the teen years of my life without doing anything.

But the thing is, the perfect time to enjoy life is not when you graduate from high school, or when you finally get a degree or a stable job. I have been living in the real world ever since, and I have been waiting for something that has always been there.

I am so enthralled with the future that I forget to live the present. I am always lost in reverie. “Someday” has been my favorite word. Someday I’ll go there, someday I’ll do that. But it’s not too late. I’m going out there to experience life. I’m going to try, make mistakes, try harder, fall, and then try even harder. When I get old I want to look back to the teenage me and say: “Damn, I was young and reckless back then. I have lived the life.”



He said I’m beautiful, like a book giggling with enchanting stories.

I looked at myself and see darkness.

Apparently, we see beauty in altered ways.

I am a beauty of self loathe and pity.

A beauty that’s a million miles different from what he comprehends.

16 Things You Should Remember When Everything’s The Worst

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1. You’re going through a thing. I don’t know what you’re going through, but it’s clearly something significant and when you’re going through something significant, you should honor that in the best way possible: by just letting it happen.

2. There is no use fighting this. You’re only going to make it worse by judging yourself for feeling like The Worst, hon.

3. Speaking of judging yourself? STOP IT. STOP IT RIGHT NOW.

4. You know what makes things go from manageable to miserable? Being in a shit mood or having a shit week or a shit month and then being super pissed off at yourself for feeling that way. As if you need more reasons to feel like shit. Come on.

5. Be kind to yourself. What if you completely accepted that things were going to be not okay for right now? How would you…

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30 Qualities Of Highly Dateable Men

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1.He knows how to spell. Or at least puts forth the effort. 

2. He doesn’t text or message using “u” instead of “you,” “2” instead of “to,” etc. Take the time to type the damn word out or I won’t take the time to decipher and respond. 

3.He knows when to kiss on the lips versus when to kiss on the forehead. Yes, there is a difference. 

4. He smells good, but not girly, over-the-top good – just deodorant/light cologne good. 

5. He knows the difference between you’re and your, then and than, effect and affect, and so on. It’s not all that tough.

6. He possesses a love of literature and knowledge. There is nothing more attractive than a guy who knows his way around a book. 

7. He is genuinely good with children, in that sort of Call-me-crazy-but-I-am-now-imagining-you-with-our-kids kind of way.

8. He loves his parents and siblings…

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To The Boy Who Loved Me But Cheated Anyway

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It’s a tale as old as time, just not the one Disney told us about. Boy loves girl. Boy cheats on girl. Boy loses girl. I should start by clarifying one thing. I use the word boy because men don’t cheat. Men have courage to walk away before the line is crossed. They are honest and open and communicate when things are wrong. But you, my friend, are a boy. A boy is someone who has a lot of growing up to do but thinks they are unstoppable. Boys are immature and unable to deal with life when it gets hard. So when you ran away when things got difficult (and especially when you ran into the arms and lips of another girl) you put yourself in the boy box and I’m not sure when you’ll get out.

I was never the relationship type. I…

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You ruined my favorite song

I often associate people with songs

It is something that I do unconsciously.

I remember people when I listen to music

Words, memories and feelings.

I don’t know why but when it comes to my favorite song,

I remember you.

A sheer bliss it used to make me feel

But everything is gone away by some mistake

Now I’ll never think of my favorite song the same way again

It’s not the song I hear anymore.

I hear you.

Dealing with Romance:Tales from a Hopeless Romantic

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You know it when you feel it. First, you feel sparks. Whenever he’s around, you feel butterflies in your stomach. Never ending butterflies, it continues to flutter and flutter the whole time you are together.

You focus on his features—his positive attributes: his eyes, his nose, and his lips; his gentleness as you spoke. You have this feeling that if, by chance, you would end up together; he’s going to be excellent for you. After all, he’s going to make you, his queen.

Second, you admire nobody else around; you just see him. You can’t envision about anything else aside from what it feels like to live in this previously-monotonous-world when you already had been influenced by the inexplicable enchantment of romance.

You stopped caring about the status quo; you disregard the essentiality of living a materialistic life, you don’t worry about Maslow’s hierarchy of human basic needs, and you…

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The Silver Lining To Being In A Long Distance Relationship

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It’s easy to hate on being long distance. I get it. I’ve been long distance with my guy for over a year now and it sucks. Flat out, it sucks.

When you start dating someone, you kind of expect that you’ll at least be, I don’t know, in the same state, but that isn’t always the case. Real life gets in the way and sometimes changes your plans.

But like everything in life, in order to get through a rough patch, you have to seek the good and find the silver lining. And for long distance relationships, the silver lining is pretty good- and can change your perspective on your entire relationship.

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Long distance is hard. You feel like you’re dating your phone because that’s the main form of communication, you don’t always the next time you’re going to see your favorite person, and only being…

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The Valuable Life Lesson I Learned In First Grade

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When I was in first grade my teacher asked us to write a sentence stating what we want to be when we grow up. Unlike most children at my age, I knew exactly what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. Presumptuously I wrote “I want to be a photographer.” Just a week earlier we had taken school pictures, and some part of me wanted to be a photographer who went around to the different schools , say something funny to make the students smile and capture the moment for them to have and cherish forever. The photographers at my school that week seemed like they had the best job ever; they got to travel, make strange kids happy and give them a concrete memory to hold.

I went home that evening and asked my parents for a camera. I would marvel at my dads camera that…

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