Future Sarah

posts mostly selfies

I can’t tell you how many text posts I’ve typed and deleted tonight. Consider yourselves fortunate.

A few ladies from my lunch break were talking about selfies and people who post tons of selfies, and none of them can ever find out about my tumblr….

humansofnewyork:

"It’s important to forgive.""Who do you have the hardest time forgiving?""Myself."

humansofnewyork:

"It’s important to forgive."
"Who do you have the hardest time forgiving?"
"Myself."

year-old self-portrait

year-old self-portrait

sharkeyejones:

future-sarah:

sharkeyejones, I’m running away. Can I crash in your closet?

i can do one better and put you up in an entire room. you’ll just have to wedge yourself in between two dozen boxes of stuff

yes ok perfect

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Come to Canada, we’ve got, uh… healthcare? And I’ve got a couch.
Sounds great. See you Thursday.

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1 June 2011

I feel like writing something. I don’t know what or why but here goes.

I caught a cold from Mom a couple of days ago, and it has just about subsided, but I think the cold medicine that I took before bed last night made me a bit delirious because, while I can’t remember any of my dreams, I feel rather like I’ve just met someone. I didn’t leave the house either yesterday or today, so it must be someone from a dream or from the book I just finished or from a movie I recently watched.

Oh. Wait. I just discovered that one of the channels is showing Mad About You reruns. That really must be it.

The casual chemistry between Paul and Jamie gets to me in a more heart-wrenching way than any sentimental, melodramatic romance movie ever has. I’m sure I watched a couple episodes and then dreamed about domestic bliss in my drug-induced delirium.

I’ve got that slap-happy, “I’ve got a crush” feeling but without anybody’s facebook to loiter on.

Or maybe it’s Benedict Cumberbatch? We rewatched Sherlock a couple of nights ago.

Then, today I read over the ending of my nanowrimo novel and got a little gooey over Adam Howell, and I’m sure that’s contributing to the general … well, it’s not really malaise. Just sort of wistfulness.

And now, this is really just self-satisfying moving pen across paper, the best feeling in the world. That’s a lie, but it sounds nice. There are nicer sensations, but the scratch of pen on paper is one of the simplest of the pleasant ones.

I am so tempted to start a new, anonymous xanga and post all these entries, but that would completely defeat the purpose of writing, journaling for myself.

I need to write a solid story and submit it, but I don’t have any ideas.

Now, I’ve been sidetracked trying to list off all the plots and characters I have kicking around. Lucy George seems the most viable, but that might just be because it’s complete. Nevermind. It’s time to sleep.

sharkeyejones, I’m running away. Can I crash in your closet?

Really, really, really not ready to go back to work tomorrow. Really really really. There will be tears.

Princess Treepony is my new OC.
She has tiny wings.

Princess Treepony is my new OC.

She has tiny wings.