Don't cover your eyes

Anna Joy Reed.
16 years young,
coffee drinker,
people lover,
& avid thinker.

My writing tumblr:
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Oh, hi best friend. I love you. Thank you for making this weekend so much fun!

Oh, hi best friend. I love you. Thank you for making this weekend so much fun!

I carry your heart with me.

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I carry your heart with me. (I carry it in my heart)

I am never without it. (anywhere I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling) I fear no fate. (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want no world. (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant,  and whatever a sun will always sing is you.

Here is the deepest secret nobody knows. (here is the root of the root, and the bud of the bud, and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope, or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart.

I carry your heart. (I carry it in my heart)

-EE Cummings

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A Lack of Color by Death Cab for Cutie

I'm completely ok with being one of the guys.

I always have been. But I’d be lying if I said it didn’t wear on my self esteem every once in a while. Going to the mall with all my guy friends and listening to them comment and comment on how hot the chicks that walk past us are when they’ve never once complimented me tends to make me feel so overlooked.

But then I realize two things:

  • I am apparently cool enough to want around, solely based on my personality. I don’t even have to try to look cute, and over half the time, I don’t. I can just be me, relaxed and makeup less, and not worry that I’m going to be less interesting to them. My guy friends like me around because we have fun together, not because they might just be able to score.
  • One day I will not be overlooked. One day, one person, that’s all it takes. It’s nice and encouraging and all rainbows and sunny days when someone of the opposite sex decides they might just be able to see you as more than a friend, but it’s honestly, not neccessary to happiness at all. I am happy. So happy and so grateful for the many things I have. And I truly believe that one day, the guy I’ve been praying for every night for sixteen years now, will just add to that happiness instead of creating it.