Showing posts with label i love you all so much. Show all posts
Showing posts with label i love you all so much. Show all posts

Sunday, June 17, 2012

Beauty and You.

Beauty; an analysis.








All it really is is a cycle. That's all.

You're beautiful when you have confidence.
You have confidence when you feel beautiful.

Guess what? I think every one of you is beautiful.
More importantly, you should too. I'm serious.
Don't let yourself think you're anything but.
You don't have to not like yourself, you know. You really don't.

In this society, it's become hard to say you think you're beautiful. People think you're full of yourself or vain. I think that's just sad. They tell us we can't think we're beautiful, then they try to sell us a bunch of crap that will make us that way- but we still aren't allowed to believe it or- more importantly- admit it. I think it's just sad, I really do. You and me, let's change that.
I'm beautiful.
You are too.
And everyone can see it.
Whatever it takes to make you feel beautiful, do it. For me, it's mascara and dance. If you want to put on all the make up in the beauty store, if that makes you feel beautiful, do it. If you want to throw out all the make up you have, do it. Heck, if walking around in your birthday suit makes you feel beautiful, who is anyone to stop you? Do whatever you want to feel beautiful, except knocking anyone else.
Deal?

love always, laura elizabeth.


Thursday, August 18, 2011

Glee birds fly together.

I love owls.
I love dance.
I love Harry Potter.
I love teddy bears.
I love rainbows.
I love people.
I love mascara.
I love Valentine's Day.
I love holidays.
I love books.
I love clipfolios.
I love love.
I love friends.
I love flowers.
I love light.
I love dolphins.
I love legs.
I love eyes.
I LOVE OWLS SO MUCH.
I love popcorn.
I love cotton candy.
I love carnivals
and bowling
and movies
and
I love taco bell.
I love dream catchers
and costumes
and musicals
and purses
and necklaces
and necklaces shaped like owls.
I love  music and sunglasses.
I love chapstick
and I love pointe shoes.
I love piggy banks.
I love pokemon.
I love scripts.
I love french.
I love psych.
I love outside.
I love inside.
I love butterflies.
I love photo albums.
I love pictures.
I love photography.
I love myself.
I love bobby pins.
I love my family.
I love all of you.
I love stars.
I love the moon.
I love mars, and jupiter, when they are flying above our heads.
I love inside jokes.
I love chloe
and kelsey
and stevie
and trevor and bridger and makenzie and daenen
and megan and courtney
and even maybe jake pace
and I love janessa.
I love pillows.
I love quarters.
I love collections.
I love dresses and rompers.
I love dreaming.
I love typing.
I love birds.
I love animals.
I love owls.
I love fairytales.
I love feathers.
I love fruit.
I love paper.
I love summer.
I love spring.
I love winter.
I love fall.
I love memories.
I love telephones.
I love big words.
I love grammar.
I love hearts.
I love psychology.
I love bare feet.
I love glee.
I love surprises.
I love parties.
I love food.
I love chips and salsa.
I love lips and relationships and weddings
and crushes and boyfriends
and hugs.
I love butterfly kisses and eskimo kisses
and dinosaur kisses.
I love pretzels and goldfish [the kind you eat].
I love water.
I love roses.
I love 11:11.
I love lists.
I love living.
I love life.





Just 111 things that I love, and that was the abridged version.

Love, Laura.

ps. I really love owls.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Sometimes I think I can chart my life by what I worry about in the dark of night.

Something special is bound to happen.

Something sad is bound to happen.

Something terrible is bound to happen.

Something frustrating is bound to happen.

Something amazing is bound to happen.


Everyone searches for their own private miracle.
We all search for something supernatural,
or incredible,
or unexpected and welcomed.

What most don't realize is
that God gives us a miracle every day.
It's called waking up.

It's called family,
it's called friends.
It's called food and pillows
and limbs and words
and senses and nature
and teddy bears.
It's called books and clothes
and showers and paper.


There's this book I read every now and then,
It's called "Before I Fall."
[Somehow, it's 480 pages are so much easier and quicker to read than the 149 pages of the book I'm supposed to read.]
It's poetry.
It's poetry in the way that life is poetry,
in the way that life is a miracle.

It makes me laugh and smile and cry and
want to live life to every potential
before I wake up dead.
It makes me appreciate what I have
and realize that it's more than most.
It makes me want to meet myself.

Now, anyone who is up this late reading this,
I challenge you to go to sleep
and wake up, knowing it's the most beautiful day
you've had yet.





After all, if you expect to never wake up again, every morning is a wonderful surprise.
Make the most of it.

love, Laura.