legwarmers + sperry's.

its windy tonight. i can hear the earth breathing. hard and fast. but it makes me calm however, soothing the sound, i can't seam fall asleep. yet again. I'm so beyond tired. but i can't turn off. the usual tricks aren't working. my head isn't slowing. and my heart keeps doing those flips its grown to be first rate at. is this normal? socially acceptable? maybe i'm just crazy? does everyone feel like this sometimes? or am i just the odd one out? 

i got mustaches painted on my fingernails today. classy eh? 

for the stash-bash 2012. 

its going to be a good one. no more lame new years eves here. 

tomorrows the last day. of the year. and guess what? i don't think I'm ready yet. its all come and gone too fast and tomorrow we say goodbye. i hate that i have to be so nostalgic and hesitant when it comes to the new year. but new scares me. there's something about uncertainty and change that terrifies me. thats okay right? doesn't mean I'm not excited. because i am. just listen to the beating of this heart of mine. then the answer? affirmative.

sometimes when i can't sleep. which is usually every night. i make lists in my head. of people. i always start with my very favorites. depending upon the way my day has flowed and what it has consisted of, first place for the day will usually vary. but as of lately there's someone that is consistently topping that list of mine. this not a regular thing for me. and we all know I'm not one to come out and say who that list topping person is. so i won't. but that number one? i think you know who you are. thank you for being so important to me. 

legwarmers + sperry's = perfection. 

sometimes my head says "who cares?" but then my heart whispers, "you do stupid..." and i then i know. without a doubt. its simple. heart will always win over head. because when you're standing there and your can't find your breath and your head is so high up in the clouds that the only thing you're really sure of is that pounding in your chest. Thats your heart, letting you know you're really and truly alive.

probably the best feeling in the world. 

besides hearing those three little words. 

i love you.

but i suppose it depends on who the patron of that tiny

 little phrase just so happens to be.

you tell me. 

yours-- nolle.