LAINE JOHNSON

life never ends up how you expect it.

if you were to ask my 5/10/15/18 year old self where i imagined i’d be on february 13th, 2014, it would be nothing like this. in my head it’s always been somewhere along the lines of one of “why can’t i have lauren conrad’s lifestyle?”, or “why can’t things go this way for me?” varying kinds of fantasies. you know, the perfect job and success and relationship and all of that. sure it’d be nice, but that’s not realistic or practical. and, quite frankly, wouldn’t keep things interesting.

i’m a dreamer—i’ve always imagined a grander, better, future for myself, day by day, and those dreams have grown with me over the years. but nothing ever seems to go as planned. then there becomes a choice: you can either dwell on that, or celebrate that fact.

maybe i don’t have it all figured out, but that’s the best part. things get better and life gets more exciting day by day. and the big picture is most important. 

for example, i never thought i’d join a sorority, nevermind have a seriously amazing sisterhood and even get to hold an officer position. for that, i am so blessed. and i keep meeting amazing people and making great friends (even in the most unexpected ways) and i have to keep reminding myself of these things. to treat every day as an adventure.

it’s great to have an idea of where you’re headed and where you want to go, but to not get caught up if those dreams do not go as planned. amazing things happen, the sun keeps shining, and, if you’re lucky like me, you are granted a million opportunities and a ton of pretty incredible people to share them with.

life never ends up how you expect it, but that doesn’t mean it can’t be better than you imagined. 2014, i’m a fan of you. xx


laine-johnson:

you’re lucky.

you exist. you get to breathe. you get to walk. you get to feel the sunshine and experience heartache. you have a sense of humor. you have ears that allow you to listen to your favorite jimmy eat world album on repeat, the one that makes you believe in the world again. you have a…

you’re lucky.

you exist. you get to breathe. you get to walk. you get to feel the sunshine and experience heartache. you have a sense of humor. you have ears that allow you to listen to your favorite jimmy eat world album on repeat, the one that makes you believe in the world again. you have a mind that loves learning silly useless facts. you have the ability to laugh and pick flowers. just as your body takes in oxygen, you release carbon dioxide so you can enjoy the trees and the way they change into their brilliant colors in the fall. you have compassion for the underdogs.

you get a name and an identity. you have a roof over your head. you were born with a  voice that has the ability to be heard. you were given and have acquired a particular set of skills that no one else on this earth has. you’ve been graced with people surrounding you that exude confidence and love and hope to admire and reciprocate back. you have people in your life who believe in you. you have eyes to admire the stars and arms to extend and hug a friend on the worst of days.

you have a past. and while that doesn’t mean rainbows and butterflies, it has made you stronger. it has made you unique. you have scars, you have stories, you have experience. it has made you exactly who you are. after all, nothing’s perfect. not you, not beyonce, nothing and no one. nothing’s perfect, except for the way the universe came together, in a series of events, to create you and build you up.

you’re lucky. so you better start living like it.

of all the combinations of cells and dna, the universe picked you. believe it. live it.

there are souls floating around just waiting to be invested in a body or a place or a masterpiece, but your soul is here. it is present. and it leaves a piece of itself in every person you meet and place you go, similarly to how your favorite perfume leaves a trail of reminders of everywhere you’ve been and the mark you’ve made on the universe. the universe needs your laughter and kindness.

you matter. you’re loved. & you’re lucky.

12:54 am

tell me about the people, things, places, and books you love and why you love them. tell me how you go outside and lay in the grass and look up at the stars at night and wonder about it all. tell me about the days when you went home alone to dance around to your favorite jimmy eat world record because you always swore it sounded like hope. share it with me. let me buy you hot chocolate and we can walk the streets stepping on the crunchy leaves and talk about how small the world really is, but how big it is and how much we still have to discover. tell me about all the places you want to go. how you want to see the great pyramids of giza one day and meet a lonely soul in a cafe in paris and buy them du thé and also how you long to go to india and ride an elephant. let’s exchange our philosophies on life. i want to see into your heart. regardless of the wrongs you’ve done, i still believe you’re heart is made of gold. there have been world wars and the holocaust and suicides and homocides. but you weren’t a part of those, and they started to happen way before you were even born and you still feel the weight of them, almost as if a part of you is responsible. and maybe you forgot to hold the door open for a lady at the grocery store today or you passed the salvation army jar without slipping in the 79 cents sitting in your pocket. but you are still a good person with good intentions and i want to know about it all. anne frank once said, “in spite of everything, i still believe people are good at heart.” and i believe her. i want to know your story, and maybe if you would let me be a part of that story then that’d be pretty cool.


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