Mmkay, so here is where I put everything else that seems less of me than you think. As in me, I mean jolly, aloof, random, clueless, etc. Another side of what goes on in my head, I guess you can say.
Startinggggg... now [1/27/10]. Older blogs would be here, but I'm too lazy to find them. Right, mhmm bye!
I won't let anyone, anything throw me off.
Just wing it. Just rock it.
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The pangs of anticipation that come from patience, mixed with distance; all these poisons that would rot me otherwise, give my cup of tea the sugary aftertaste when I trace my tongue around my mouth after a careful sip. You’re that one sparkle in the sky, the fairest side of the moon—the cleanest blade of grass and the rarest of stones. To have been found in the most despicable time of despair, your very existence was the hand that lifted my chin and whispered, look up.
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chocolate caramelized banana cake! (tutorial/recipe)
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Look at my beautiful dance friends
and then there’s me
and then there’s Hari
and then me again….
Sadie’s was definitely a night to remember bahaha
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Today is May 12, 2012. I think twelve is a very nice and fitting number. There’s 12 months in a year, 12 disciples, last year to be a preteen, 12 grades of school we have to survive, we graduate in 2012, we die in the 12th month of 2012. Haha jk. But really, the year, the number, it has been so good to me. A year ago, [for the few of you who don’t know our story], my best friend had a crush on me. Even when I knew it, brushed it off, and liked someone else, he never left my side. If that was me I would have had an emotional breakdown—several, actually. And one day, after a month of thinking! - I thought if he was the one who stayed when everyone else brushed me away the way I did to him, why am I not feeling the same as he does for me? However, I did feel the same and it took my insipid jealous heart to figure that out. But, Hari never saw me as dull; rather, he always seemed fascinated by me, always found himself talking to me—we were vibrant, young, we were artists, philanthropists, philosophers, we were inseparable best friends. It took me FOREVER to acknowledge this, so one day, I finally asked him out. I really don’t think he would have asked me out eventually because maybe he knew me too well and got intimidated. So that day, May 12, 2011, the day we took our AP English Language and Composition Exam, our last AP Exam that year, I made the best, sweetest decision. It’s a cute and awkward story. Never will I ever regret it, nor forget it. Ever since that day, he became the first I let see me cry out that wasn’t out of madness, but true hopelessness. He’s seen so much of me, and I’ve seen so much of him that we are practically the lives of each other. It gets difficult, I guess, but that’s not why we exist. We are so unified that people see us and straight up tell us that they love us. Because they see our relationship, our happiness together. Because they actually would love to find a happiness we have. People have told us! We are amazing, we are beautiful. Because they see us look at each other that they feel apart of Us. They see such a union that they even mix up our names! My name is Katie, but feel free to call me Hari because I’ll respond anyway. Over the years we’ve known each other, even before we started being all lovey dovey, we were best friends. It doesn’t feel like a one year anniversary, but three. This past year particularly has been the most brilliant, the most dulcet, the most colorful. And, a big part of this, a big part of Us, is the many friends we have who always love and support Us and love life together with Us. Hari and I come from completely different worlds, lifestyles, yet somehow we exist just like this. We’ve created so many memories together, built so many bridges together, seen different sides of different people with different aspects of concepts. I don’t even. But, I do even! I think I made a lame joke with myself. See! I’m even becoming like Hari. I love it anyway. I just feel like you, reader, cannot understand how I feel, or maybe you do, maybe you don’t, but I hope one day you will experience this. I am just so thankful for him. He’s opened the world, my eyes, my heart. When he leaves, it doesn’t feel lonely as much as I thought it would, because I always get a “Good morning, Sweetheart!” the next day. We are vibrant, young, we are artists, philanthropists, philosophers, we are inseparable best friends. I am just so much in love with him. Hari Patel, I just find us perfect for each other. I find us perfect together.
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strawberry curd! (recipe)
LOL all these cool recipes on my blog
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