my mind is full like a cookie jar. i just wish someone could open it and eat some of my thoughts, especially the haunting ones. some thoughts are a bit bitter though, reflecting #anxiety and torment. others taste like #french #pastry, some sweet #memories. but i #hope anyone can find the most #delicious thoughts that taste like #faith and #trust and divine #light. i hope i, myself, can find and taste these too.
It’s very strange and awkward for me to tell or text someone, “Happy Halloween!” I’d never say this as a kid, no one ever really said it around me. It wasn’t a holiday, but just the day we got lucky to be who the hell we wanted to be without anyone judging us (which is ironic because at every party you go your costume is in for the “Best Costume of the Night” competition). However, the best wasn’t getting dressed, scaring people, or dressing as a “sexy cop,” or “sexy nurse.” It was trick or treating and eating all the candies we collected from one house to another because we knew we could use the 31st of October as an excuse to binge eat until bedtime and that the next day, we’d have to slow it down on the sugar. Halloween was as simple as that.
Last weekend, I remember telling my parents I wanted to go apple picking. I don’t know if I truly wanted to go, or if I just wanted to go out to combat boredom and take pictures for the sake of Instagram and edit them on VSCO (yes, I’m addicted to the app) because apple picking looks cool and it’s finally fall. Since I came back from France, I hadn’t spent any quality time with my parents and deep down, I really wanted to do something different and not just on my own. I wanted to get closer to them and do something they love for once.