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Brain dump: 29 thoughts that have crossed the mind of an overthinker

 

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1. I need to lose 10 pounds.

2. Do I look better in this filter or that filter? Level 3 or 4 Valencia?

3. No way am I posting a #nofilter.

4. What did she really mean when she joked about how insecure I am?

5. My folks don’t love me as much as they love my sister – believe me.

6. OMG why does she keep looking away whenever I start to talk?

7. Have I done anything wrong to her? Let’s see, there’s probably that time when … or maybe it’s that time when … and that time when …

8. I don’t understand. We instantly clicked from day one, but she takes forever to text me back.

9. She probably has more than enough BFFs in her life, and I’m just disturbing her.

10. Don’t you see? He likes her, not me. He mirrors every move she makes.

11. Ugh, I hate myself.

12. What’s wrong with me? *makes a painstakingly detailed account of all the things you think are wrong about yourself*

13. If I do approach him, I’ll kill myself.

14. He’ll think I’m desperate.

15. What if he doesn’t feel the same way?

16. Great. This humongous pimple had to pop up just before the big date.

17. I’ll have to be a Victoria’s Secret supermodel in order for him to ever notice me.

18. Should I go with this dress or that one?

19. I shouldn’t have gone with the blue one. *makes a mental list of all the details of what could have been*

20. Am I looking too much into things? Probably not, because you have to see every aspect of the situation in order to make any decision at all.

21. But really, what’s the bigger picture behind this situation? I can’t seem to figure things out.

22. How do I make sure I keep everything under control?

23. I mean, what would my future self think of me?

24. It’s frustrating that I have no concrete idea where I’m going to be 10 years from now. There are so many holes I’ve yet to fill in my 10-year life plan.

25. Like … what if I fail?

26. Or, what if I succeed? How am I going to deal with the money and fame that comes from it?

27. I’m not done tweaking this thing. It needs to be perfect before everyone sees it.

28. Yes, perfect.

29. Well, what would other people think?

 
 
 

Note to self:


JUST. CHILL.

Like this hedgehog does.

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‘Lady in chrysalis’

 

By Stacia Priscilla, 2012

 

This is a poem I wrote for the writing class I took last semester. It can be read in 3 ways: Straight-on top to bottom, the serif lines, and the sans serif lines. Hope you like it :)

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The placebo affect

 

See all of my Creative Copy Challenge results here.

 
 

Sick of your life? Tossing left and right?
Few people wait just a little bit longer.

Keep, keep going,
but open your heart,
and listen hard: Why are you here?  What is your purpose?

You must make some reason to believe
in the good things awaiting you.
Start thinking carefully
about your goodwill, as long as
it takes for you to get it and keep it real.

Because being one of the few
is like being a really sick patient who doesn’t take pills
it takes 100% patience, and that popularity is too mainstream.

While answering these questions,
enjoy the ride,
the quest to conquer your passionate soul.

 

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Bowwow

 

Just a little something for our writing class. We’re supposed to describe our soul.

I thought of mine, I thought of my beloved, I elaborated the whole idea, and this is the result.

 
 
‘Tis little soul hops to and fro
jumping from pillow to pillow
giggles. I wiggle and jiggle my tail –
it tickles me.

At this high, I yearn for a fellow
to give for, of myself, at those pillows I throw
‘tis running Spirit belongs to my beloved Master
but it desires to come out and play! “Woof! Woof!” I want to feel alive!

I dream of a furry boy of my kind
who smells and feels bigger than my own
I get all soft in this bubbly air.

What huge rear!
What big ears!
And that wagging tail!

My Master sees through me, I pass the bone to this man;
all my helpings into his bowl. I drool.
Sharing is good, My Master once said. I share
in hopes that his protruding, pronounced nose would sniff back to
where it belongs – locked with mine, his my key.

I see him. He sees me. “Woof! Woof!”
Master kisses me softly, “Confidence, little one,” in my ears
I jitter. “Play with him. Have fun!”

We played in the bushes, wrestle and fondle our bodies –
we made it through the rainy day.
I’m your bitch, I bark. He licks my face
cushions his nose on mine. It felt warm while it’s cold
like a fallen raindrop nestling on the tip of my nose.

“Woof! Woof!”, he says. “Wife! Wife!”
His tail pointing at me as the first golden rays begin to arouse
‘tis feeling, it tickles me, our tails tangle as a spoonful of spaghetti;
I snuggle in his belly, he cuddles all of me
Our souls become one.

We are home. Me and him
and the Master of our little souls.


 
 
 
 
 


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Twinkle, twinkle

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Just a poem I came up with while feeling emo. Nonetheless, enjoy.
 

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I may be slim
but not a light.
My soul is dim
you make me bright.

You push it right
You pull me tight –
a distant star, I am.

Chances are
I’m merely a fleeting thought,
a figment of your wild imagination.

But here I am
much alive and shining,
Made for you
Made of love.

You + me
together we shine
Like golden rays of sunshine.

It goes
We glow,
We grow.

 
 
 
 
 


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Food fuels goods

PROSE

 

An apple a day keeps the doctor far away
A cabbage soup a day keeps the nurse away too
While chocolate a day keeps the therapist away

When life gives you lemons, make a lemonade!
And a handful of nuts is when life gives you nuts!

So keep stress at bay and wake up fresh each day,
Have your oatmeals the first meal for the day
Before your wholesome health seizes the day!

 

 

Muchaluva,
Stace

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Paradise

POETRY

This is one of the numerous poems I wrote when I was in high school, recently found in my old diaries I still keep in my bedroom.

 

Listening to the ocean breeze
Where seagulls calling out at ease
Watching the slow-swaying palm trees
I feel like I’m in paradise.

In an open field with children
Running place to place, to and fro
Baking in the sun as it burn
towards the flora as they grow
I feel like I’m in paradise.

Found my knight in shining armor
Riding a white horse with glamor
He protects me through the danger
Fighting enemies with anger
Tightly hugged me, gently kissed me
I feel like I’m in paradise.

 

 

Muchaluva,
Stace