I have never had the pleasure of having one constant in my life. Friends have come and gone,and loves never stay long. I never had the choice but how to learn to be happy alone. I know what movies I can always count on to make me smile, and what songs will always make me dance. I am ok. I never understood people who are so dependent on others. The majority of my friends, or so it seems, are not happy unless they are in some sort of relationship, or in the arms of another. These are strong girls who appear so weak; their entire happiness depends on another. I would give anything to be able to open myself up like that to another.
I spent the weekend in central park, soaking up every ounce of this beautiful weather. There is so much to do here in the summer without having to spend much. The city comes to life in the summer. It can be a magical place.
A place where you never have to grow up…
…where MJ’s spirit thrives…
and of course, plenty of romance
There is something perfectly quircky and magical about this home. It just looks like the happiest place. How could you even think a depressing thought there? I would love to call it home. Grow old. And have my grandchildren play on my tree swing.
poodle lover. yogurt conosur. day dreamer and night dreamer. the clouds are full of familiar faces dreamer. a good friend, and a good lover. a traveling soul, stuck. old movies befriend me, if only Cary Grant could love me. food. food. chocolate. food. twinkle lights and twinkle toes. artist through and through. looking for the corny in life.