Celeste is much more a solitary creature than I am. She was perfectly content to stand alone with a sky full of stars.
Hats take practice. I have to relearn how to listen and move in each one.
Without a mirror, friends and your shadow become the next best thing.
I don’t quite have kymberlynn’s super power of making any hat look good, but I would probably qualify as her sidekick.
My head is full of ideas that the rest of me is either reluctant to or incapable of carrying out.
My days are unbalanced, in terms of both duties and energy.
There aren’t enough minutes in the morning to get all the things done that I want and need to do.
My afternoons are full of waiting.
In a complete change of opinion from 8th grade, I love my glasses and hate wearing contacts.
For my own sanity, I want to get more astrological info into my brain.
The moon doesn’t always need to be in the 7th house. There are 11 other houses to choose from, and as soon as I learn what those are, I might be able to use them.
I also would like to find some safety nets for some of the trickier signs-I’ll make people act like a crab, a ram, a bull and a fish, but not a virgin. That’s just… well, no.
Hair is stupid when it doesn’t do what I want… which is most of the time.
I like helping people get prettified.
There is something wonderfully soothing and comforting about braiding kymberlynn’s hair. It reminds me why I always wanted a sister.
On the flip side, when I can’t get it right, it irks me.
My friends make the best pillows.
The conversations that linger in your brain often come at seemingly random times.
Thoughtful, considerate discourse between two people who respectfully disagree is a beautiful thing.
The random nothingness of a brain unwinding at the end of a long day is sometimes the very thing that kindles friendships.