word to the wise ladies ; men are delicate creatures. with more of an ego than ours would like to give them credit for.
compromise. its the golden ticket. and patience. that’s the holy grail for me right there.
my new phone doesn’t have autocorrect and that is really fucking with me. The Fourth of July happened and it was Merry, Merry Magical. There’s an open spot in my heart for a man on a golf cart. I’ve been trying to close it. But something bigger than me like the fucking universe or some shit, is keeping it open. So whatever. I’ll wait. Wait and see, wait and see.
I’m trying to run away to the circus I think, sometime soon. I won’t be going anywhere. But I’ll definitely be joining the circus. I don’t even care about ruining my anonymity anymore. I’m not that sure anybody even reads this shit anyhow. So word to the cool, I found my stage name and I’ll be going by the super fabulous, mystic trickster name of Merry Magick.
watch the pretty boys eat their hearts out while I spin upside down.
I’m not sure exactly what to do at this stage in the game where I am right now. And I’d say if anything, giving up is not an option. What is it I want to give up on though? I have a window for love and forever for freedom? But believe it or not at almost 25, there’s seriously still a question in my heart… What do I choose? Security or adventure?
Either way, can I be satisfied?
I don’t know what to do. But sometimes I wish I didn’t know so much shit about astrology and all that, because then I wouldn’t really already have an idea about what’s going to happen. Haha! But I am, and I do. That magick has a K on the end of it, for a reason after all. And I don’t fuck around with posers.
But like I said- men are much more delicate than we…erhm,… I.. would like to think they are…
So patience, little grasshopper (meaning me.)
You’ll get to the end of your rainbow when you’re meant to get there.
so stfu & think nothing but love