Future ahead.

Isn't this Burberry children's trench to die for?
A day for sipping coffee, listening to music, and finding inspirations.
Musky weather outside calls for a snuggle companion.
If only I had a pup.
Armani is doing great with his new trainer, which makes me very happy.
I am still exploring opportunities in NYC. 
Crossing my fingers it isn't too late. 
Dinner suggestions?

Unexplained Beauty.

You know those times when one sentence, word, picture brings you back?

The Aching, Curious Mind.

Cheers to the strong. 
People change. 
Why do certain traits deem admirable, and inspirational,
when really it seem those same traits make the person crazy.
It is clearly obvious where I want to go and what I want in life. 
Yet, it is so difficult to find someone that is okay with that. 
This doesn't happen initially, but after a time. 
Time doesn't prove anything wrong, maybe just true.
This point in my life.
The point that swirls around me, leaving me breathless. 
Excited,scared, angry.
Leather bracelets, messy hair, and unmade covers. 
Mascara clumps, chapped lips, 
and the thoughts you think about before falling asleep.

Wishing I could unleash this energy, 

impolite. 

I can't wait to find someone who will stay.

be right. 

true. 

honest.

Someday. 

Irony

Talking about motivation in class. 
White walls, concrete, florescent lights. 
Completely un-motivating. 

Hello, Doll-face, keep that chin held high.

New York City. 
The beautiful urban style is oh so inspiring. 
It's crazy how different people live just across the country.
Fast-paced is easy to get accustomed to, yet stressful. 
Shoulder massage, boyfriend?

Embrace this tense feeling, and sail away.

Heels clicking, and awkward stares. 

I Love to Love you.

Someday, honey. 
You'll come prancing to my side. 

That point when you realize who your lifelines are. 
And the horrible realization when you notice who isn't on that list. 
Cut-out dresses couldn't be any prettier. 
Dancing in the car, 
in this pleasantly summer-kissed-with-fall weather. 
Puppy tail wags and kisses. 
Twin's "Lolynn I love you" 's brighten my life. 

Since Fighting is Hard.

I guess I'm just not worth the difficulty of support.
Loyalty lost. 

Mistake after mistake. 
Way to be, Lauren. 

So here's the real raw deal,

I think really deep, especially when I'm left alone. 
When do you stop fighting?
I have come across this question far too many times this year. 
Am I the one changing drastically,
or is it really what my girlfriends tell me; their loss. 
Every person is affected and molded by days and years in their lives, 
but at the same time I don't want to lose touch. 
Some big decisions are coming, and this month could change my life forever, 
but I just am in this weird state of mind, where I want to stay and go at the same time. 
I love spontaneity. I want to go outside and be this world's biggest explosion. 
There are just these limits and barriers keeping me here, in little Wisconsin, wishing and hoping for things to go my way. 
But, maybe my way isn't the right way to go? I'm the most stubborn person I know. 
I could be too close-minded to enjoy things that I have not planned, or wanted to happen in the first place.
There is this weird beating that I hear when I think of some people, mostly boys. 
Boys. 
Boys.
Yes, not men. They don't deserve to be holding a superior title to twelve year olds. 
I am regretting trying to 'figure them out'. I just want honesty, blunt, honesty.
I am already in this place, and can't be broken down because of pointless decisions. 
Nobody wants to be where they aren't wanted. 
It's almost like I'm being tested. If I can handle this, I can handle anything, right? 
It's really hard to forget promises that were so right, yet broken. 
My mind needs to take a vacation, from thinking, wanting, hoping, dreaming, visualizing, and fixing; these hurtful darts that I keep throwing it's way. 
It's me, all me.
I don't blame anybody for the places I am and have been. I fell into situations I shouldn't have let myself fall into; yes fall. 
Why is it so easy to fall, yet so much harder to get yourself back up. 
There is this phenomenon with my friends that amazes me. 
These girls are spectacular, flawed, real women, ...women, searching for love with broken promises and regretful kisses. 
Isn't that the most beautiful thing?