Most Best

a list:

• black and white movies
• puppies
• rainy days
• hookah
• when the power goes out for hours so all you do is have conversation and play games by candlelight (some of my greatest childhood memories.)
• kissing
• loosing track of time
• swimming in the ocean
• having to put the book down for a sec because it made you cry
• skinny dipping
• listening to simon and garfunkel with dad
• car rides
• chick flicks
• pay checks
• mexican food
• blasting the classic rock station on the freeway
• windows down weather
• beaches
• spontaneous picnics 
• playing at the river
• sunscreen
• smoothies
• floppy beanies
• sleepovers
• ice cold lemonade
• summer nights
• stargazing
• finding a train
• planning vacations to incredible places
• being loved
• new panties
• good night and good morning texts
• furniture stores
• hippies
• rosemary
• kittens
• antique stores
• foreigners
• zion
• home
• nieces
• the perfect outfit
• tattoos
• best homies
• cody
• charlie
• jesse
• castin
• miranda
• karly
• amanda
• jessica
• duckii
• haley
• cousins
• shad
• laura
• stephanie
• amber
• joey
• jordan
• wild flowers
• bumping in to old friends
• writing
• painting
• singing at the tops of your voices
• water
• nicki minaj
• sun glasses
• vacations
• shopping
• old photos
• elderly people telling stories of their lives
• carrot cake
• house hunting
• planting flowers and trees
• horse back riding
• plane rides
• the lake
• new shoes
• wiz khalifa
• hawaii
• piano music
• frank Sinatra
• sleep
• winky faces
• all nighters
• a full tank of gas
• days off
• iced tea
• sex and the city
• sun tans
• the breakfast club
• people who are gay and loud, and proud of it
• being more than what meets the eye
• parties
• when it rains while the sun is shining
• sex
• breakfast for dinner
• little shops
• waterfalls
• baby animals
• museums
• old photos
• saying exactly what's on your mind
• fishing
• angel's landing for the day
• flying
• cliff jumping
• old friends
• coffee dates
• celery
• new shoes
• when my boobs are doing good things
• dancing
• trying something new
• celine dion
• nail pollish
• bubble baths
• dandelions
• balloons
• the Spice Girls
• camp fires
• horses
• a new pet fish
• flushing new pet fish a few hours- a day after purchase 
• the 4th of July
• family dinners
• Blueberry Hill (on Decatur in Vegas)
• living the HI life for a bit

That's all for now, folks

~miss Rae

a true definition

What is love? 

Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being 'in love' which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what's leftover when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. It's when your roots grow toward each other.. And when all the pretty blossoms have fallen off your branches you find that you are one tree and not two. 

one love

And so it is... 
~miss Rae

a secret you get to know

Here is a secret that I have to tell. I don't have any secrets. Ask me to keep one? I promise, I won't. Every secret, mine or yours, will cross my lips. No lie, it is bound to happen. I cannot keep a secret because secrets clutter up my mind. They make me anxious. I start to sweat. I can't concentrate. I can't relax. I obsess over them, want to write about them... Bad news. Before you start to worry, don't, because there is a secret to my secret sharing. When I promise not to tell a soul, I mean it. I am a good person, so have no fear.

My room knows all of my secrets. It knows all of yours too. Because I whisper all of them out loud at night, before I close my eyes.. Its almost like a confession, because once I'm through, I feel that peace thing. That's a good sign, right? 

And the best news of all is that walls don't talk... So your secret is safe with me- and no one gets their weave yanked out. 

Everyone wins.

And so it is.

Thanks for listening...

~miss Rae 

Day numero Uno!

It's mid-morning, day 1 of the rest of my life. Am I excited? HELL yess. Is it about time? WAYYY past time. But have I finally found the secret and doing something about it now? Better effing believe it, folks.

Now you might be asking yourself... "What in tarnation is this wacky chick talking about?!" 

Well, my dear friends, you shall know soon enough. In fact The results will explain themselves and the only question you will then have for me is "What are you doing, and how can I do it too?!" Are you stoked? Are you just so excited for that day? Me too. It's much sooner than you would think.

Stay tuned!

And now, for your viewing (Not so Pleasurable...) A "before" Picture. I am documenting this one-HUNDO percent! Thank you for taking this journey with me. Laugh and mock at these photos all you want :) I already am! We are kissing this nasty body goodbye, and kicking it's fat ass. Le'go.

gross.

what a fatty

back boobies. sick.

MUCH LOVE!!! and so it is...

~miss Rae

Let That Be Enough

-Switchfoot

Wish I had what I needed
To be on my own
'Cause I feel so defeated
And I'm feeling alone

And it all seems so helpless
And I have no plans
I'm a plane in the sunset
With nowhere to land

And all I see
It could never make me happy
And all my sand castles
Spend their time collapsing

Let me know that You hear me
Let me know Your touch
Let me know that You love me
And let that be enough

It's my birthday tomorrow
No one here could know
I was born this Thursday
22 years ago

And I feel stuck
Watching history repeating
Yeah, who am I?
Just a kid who knows he's needy

Let me know that You hear me
Let me know Your touch
Let me know that You love me
And let that be enough

...

These lyrics are me in a nutshell, lately. "Let me know that you hear me. Let me know your touch. Let me know that you love me. And let that be enough." That is truly all I need... 

And so it is.

~miss Rae

hookah and hula-hoops.

It's Monday night, and the apartment is a party,
                                                                   as usual.

                                  It's chill.

Sometimes, I find myself in the happiest of companies and in the sweetest situations.
                                                             The only problem is...
                                                                                    I can't help
                                                                                                 but feel
                                                                                                       SAD.
                                                                                                  alone.
                                                                                                      crazy.
                                                                                                    emotional.
                                                                                                                   blahhh.
                                        Sometimes, I just get really sad and I don't understand why.
                                                                                                             I just don't understand.

My family thinks it is because I "left the church" but I'm afraid it is not that simple... In fact, it was much worse when I pretended to love the thing my family loved so much. I really tried so hard to be everything they wanted me to be. I never wanted to be a disappointment. I guess it came down to a decision. A decision of my happiness and theirs... I suppose I got a little selfish.