The Simple life

Remember when you were little, and you would pretend you were in a different place, or you were a princess, spaceman, dinosaur, anything. All you had to was make up something. Nothing mattered, you could just run around outside all day, then go inside and listen to your parents tell you a story. And, you would cuddle up in your warm covers, with your favorite stuffed animal, and listen to the story, wishing you could be like the characters. Finally, you would drift off into sleep. Your parents would kiss you on your forehead, and walk out of the room, leaving the door half open, because they knew you were afraid of the dark. And when you woke up the next morning, it started all over.


I wish things were still the simple.

Idon'thaveaclevertitleforthis. Justreadit.

People absolutely fascinate me. How they can be so immature, and so two faced. It's just so, peachy. Don't you think?
Grow up. Pick a face. And stop trying to get attention.

Thank you, So much.

Butterflies and Hurricanes

So, I could not pick just one topic to blog about, so I picked three.

Moving- Jena, I know you don't really read my blog. So, this is pointless, but I'm going to talk about it anyway. As much as it's going to hurt me to see you leave in three weeks, I want you to go. You hate Bixby, you hate the people here. You need a fresh start, new friends, new love, a new life. It's the perfect start for a new beginning. It pains me to write all of that, cause, I wanted you to stay here with me, but that's selfish of me. You'll love California. It's beautiful. I wish I was living there, But I love Bixby. So, darling. I won't cry about this anymore, & I won't be sad. Cause, all things happen for a reason. And there's a reason you're leaving, not beacuse your dad got a job, but a better reason, one that'll help you in life, you just need to find out what it is.

Broken Friendship- I've already blogged about you. And I still feel the same way. I hate you. I'm not going to be nice with this. You've changed so much. And it hurts. I thought you were a close friend of mine? Rememeber fall break, when we just talked and talked and held hands? We loved eachother. I thought you were going to be my "Guy." Then, we dated. I never knew how annoying you were until then. We broke up, and stayed friends. That's when you changed. I would call you, and ask you to meet me. And I would vent to you, and you would try to help me, but then you just made me cry. That's when I stopped our friendship, I just acted for the next three months. For Cailin and Jena. They both adore you. But, I see right through your mask. They haven't seen the "Mean side" of you. We tried to hangout together before I went to camp, we sat there acted like friends, joked around, then it went silent. We both remembered what had happened. And I told you bye, little did you know that I ment bye, for good. I'm done with you. You're dead to me.

Love- You don't have to be my "perfect guy" You don't have to accept my faith. You don't have to change. I love you just the way you are. You're perfect in my eyes. You're the only person I couldn't live without. Everytime I see you, hear your name, text you, I smile. You make me so happy. You're the only person I've ever loved whole heartedly. And that's something. I can be goofy with you. And you like my weirdness. I don't have to worry about messing up or doing something stupid in front of you. Gosh. You're just amazing.

Cowboy Boots in the Summer

I daydream wayyy to much.

Hello, Sunshine.

You. You give me hope. Everyday. Every moment. Every second. You give me hope that there are still people out there with kindness in their hearts, and can love, And be sweet, and care so much.

You, you're my sunshine.

When I'm having a terrible day, and all I want to do is just cry, and pout. You cheer me, you bring sunshine into my rainy day.

So, hello, my perfect sunshine.

We Will Not Grow Old

Why is everything going by so fast? It feels like it was just yesterday when I was playing on the playground back in kindergarten. Now, I'm about to go into high school. Oh God. Time, please slow down. Let me enjoy my life, slowly.

Glorious Day

Eternity: It seems crazy. I can't even grasp what eternity would even be like. Maybe, It'd be like a bliss? Always happy, and full of joy? I'm sure that's the way God has it planned. I think He would want us to be happy for all that time. Right? It's funny, people are always telling me the human brain is not complex enough to grasp the thought of eternity. We have to have a beginning, and an ending. It's insane, something that will never ever end? Wow. That's all I can really say when I think about eternity. I can't even believe what it's going to be like.

Memories Will Always Stay the Same

In the past week I have stayed up till insanely late hours of the night, and found myself sitting in front of my neighborhoods pond.

In the past week I have seen 4 shooting stars, I was to awestruck to make wishes on them. But, I did capture a memory of them that I hope will never ever fade.

In the past week I have fallen completely in love with a guy that I adore, and I can't get him out of my mind for the slightest second.

In the past week I have had 6 dreams. 4 being nightmares, 1 being a perfect bliss, and the most recent one, left me thinking about somebody I haven't thought about in 5 months.

In the past week I have started keeping a journal, (Thanks to Lexie Mumey for the inspiration.) And I have actually kept up with writing in it.

In the past week I have helped 5 people with a problem.

In the past week I have made 3 new friendships.

In the past week I have lost 2 friendships.

A lot can happen in a week. ♥

Picture Perfect.

So. Um, well. I'm Tiffany, and I'm a person that doesn't trust many people, has made so many mistakes I can't even count all of them. I've blocked people out of my life, and won't listen to anything they say. I've broken promises. I have a fake smile. Lied straight to a person face. Made terrible choices. Broken my Friend's heart. Screamed at my parents. Doubted God, Multiple times. Told people I was fine, when I was dying inside. And they never noticed. I have a temper. And, I cry so much.

Are you sure you think I'm perfect? I'd say not. I'm the last thing from perfect.

How to Disappear Completely.

You know, I fake it oh so well,
That God himself can’t tell.

What I mean and why my words are,
Less than parallel.

With my feet,
You ask me what I need.

And all I really need,
Is to breathe.