its all nothing but words.

if i was smarter
if i was taller
if i was prettier
if i was a bit more artsy
if i was more creative
if i was a but more adventurous..
why oh why do we feel the need to always want , and want more and more?
we never reach that point of satisfaction. its a constant race to get more and buy more and win more.
when if we really just slowed down a bit we could see that we all have more than we should.
simple things that make us happy, like love and flowers.
or like me,
nail polish and grapes.
or dusting my shelves and lighting my vanilla candles.
wearing mascara.
or making up weird outfits from things i would never put together...
sometimes i wish i could do soo much more.
but then i realize that sometimes im so much perfectly happy doing nothing at all
staying in with my big head.
oh how times have changed.
but thats ok right?
as long as i am ok with it, i will be perfectly fine.
now my dreams consist of wallpaper and curtains for our future apartment.
flower printed of course.
and somehow i am really looking forward to winter.
to nights full of rain, cookies and more movies to come.