Not All Who Wander Are Lost

It’s the angels that are always smiling, laughing, and sharing a real kindness. Even if that kindness hurts. Don’t be so sad, that you’ve sold your broken soul to the devil. Be sad, that you’ll never amount to an angel.

I needed this.

This time with my sister.
Personally, I think we are both realizing a hell of a lot not only about each other; but, about ourselves in general.

Every night when I go to bed, I’ve been feeling like a better person.
Because she has this way of making me ‘realize’ that I am.

Not very emotional here? Haha 

My grandparents, sister, my parents all like to rag on me for how many pictures I take of myself. Which, personally, I think isn’t a problem ;) it’s just me being confident, most of it comes with boredom, and I’m happy that ‘I’m finally happy’ with myself. 

And secondly at least I’m not one of ‘those’ girls. That ONLY has pictures of themselves. Going through my Facebook, Tumblr, and Instagram tonight (out if absolute complete utter boredom) and it’s a pretty warm feeling to see not just me; but my family, Lance, my best of friends,  everybody who loves me, and of course my smiley face ;)

I’m always (generally) with someone, and always forcing people to take pictures. It’s one of those things I’m known for; I’m a fucking photographer for goodness sakes. 

Not all alone, not by myself, not posting countless pictures of my face over and over again; with nobody to smile with me. 
So maybe it was a good thing everyone felt the need to poke fun at me. It made me get all huffy and go through my stuff, 

It’s a nice feeling to see how loved I am, even if I am a little bit vain ;)

Not very emotional here? Haha

My grandparents, sister, my parents all like to rag on me for how many pictures I take of myself. Which, personally, I think isn’t a problem ;) it’s just me being confident, most of it comes with boredom, and I’m happy that ‘I’m finally happy’ with myself.

And secondly at least I’m not one of ‘those’ girls. That ONLY has pictures of themselves. Going through my Facebook, Tumblr, and Instagram tonight (out if absolute complete utter boredom) and it’s a pretty warm feeling to see not just me; but my family, Lance, my best of friends, everybody who loves me, and of course my smiley face ;)

I’m always (generally) with someone, and always forcing people to take pictures. It’s one of those things I’m known for; I’m a fucking photographer for goodness sakes.

Not all alone, not by myself, not posting countless pictures of my face over and over again; with nobody to smile with me.
So maybe it was a good thing everyone felt the need to poke fun at me. It made me get all huffy and go through my stuff,

It’s a nice feeling to see how loved I am, even if I am a little bit vain ;)

Not shy at all.

When I arrived at my grandparents house last night my cousin and her friend had just flown in :) the first thing Allie asked me was if she could see my new ink.
Of course you can’t see my ink if my clothes are on.

Without hesitation I stripped off my dress, down to my undies and bra; and showed off my artwork.

She’s not shy at all;)
Pretty sure I freaked out Allies friend though.

I’m so torn between whether I love this job, or hate it. It’s a very bipolar relationship I have with work at the moment. It’s very ‘relaxing,’ and stress free, and beyond easy. Granted, it’s not necessarily something anybody could do; the sales industry is a toughy. I just don’t feel very mentally, or even physically stimulated.

My coworkers and managers are awesome, and it’s a small team.
The money, is getting there; just have to find my footing and first payout will be in next month…

I think it wouldn’t be so bad if my family wasn’t here. All I think about while I’m working is I want to be having fun. I want to be adventuring. And I’m frustrated because my days have been run with work; well, we all know I’ve just been ‘frustrated’ in general lately.

It’s my Friday. And my weekend is about to be amazing; I think that’s what’s making this night go so slow ;)

Enraptured by two geckos getting ready to fight.

Grandpa: that white one is ballsy.
Megan: just like Brittany.

Throwback. She will ALWAYS be my best friend.

Throwback. She will ALWAYS be my best friend.

Something to smile about.

It was wonderful to have the night with just Lance. Drinking a bottle of wine, watching Pitch Perfect, talking about everything, cuddling, and having some pretty intense naked time.

I actually slept lastnight; and woke up feeling amazing. I have so much energy, and can’t wait to get home to my family.
My cousin flys in tonight; and I’m about to be surrounded by so so many people I adore.