LittleRainCloud

Nerdy, curvy, and all kinds of wordy.

[secretballonmoon]

You don’t learn to fly until you’re on your way down.

Slightly More Experienced Me

[secretballonmoon]

John Green, Ashleigh here. So listen, you’re all famous and stuff. I’m all not famous and stuff. But that doesn’t mean we are not both people with brilliant ideas who have the capability and humility to collaborate and accept advice, famous or not. Here’s the deal: I have an idea. You have the mind. I have an idea. You have the capability of making it into more. But snail mail is not always effective. Until your recent Tumblr encounter and subsequently limited online appearance due to accusations and attacks, I was sure this was the way to get a message to you. Now I’m not so sure. But still... If An Abundance of Katherines is ever made into a movie, you should consider this song for the opening scene. I think it just works so effortlessly and perfectly with the first appearance of Colin and Hassan and the breakup and the vomiting and the religion and the everything! Think about it. fishingboatproceeds

[secretballonmoon]

Oh, the trouble with being paranoid about your genetic predisposition to Schizophrenia. Crazy talk.

[secretballonmoon]

In the end, things will never go our way. In the end, things will never go away. Here's to all the things we didn't say.

[secretballonmoon]

Go forth, have no fear. For life is simpler when the end is near.

[secretballonmoon]

They say a guilty conscience has the power to morph even the sanest of minds into a bunker of irreparable psychological instability.

The Angel on Your Shoulder

[secretballonmoon]

It’s been a Taylor Swift kind of week month.

[secretballonmoon]

Liberation

Panting, fogging the windows with a thin film of moisture. Clothes on the floor, making a pathway to the point of convergence. Soiled sheets, refusing to cover what has transpired. Hushed words, lacing the room with a palpable tension. Stares, piercing through a nearly impenetrable wall of protection. Chuckles, expressing utter disbelief yet complete satisfaction. Sleep.

[secretballonmoon]

I CAN'T STOP AND I WON'T STOP

[thoughtsintorhymes]

6 word poem for a girl saving you from dark times?

I’m not really doing requests atm bc I don’t always relate to the things people send me. plus I don’t think anyone can save you, I think they just help you to realise you have the strength to save yourself xxx

[secretballonmoon]

I can't say with complete confidence that I agree. Sure, we are the deciders of our life, the paths we take, and the choices we make. We don't come out of the "dark times" unless we have an intrinsic desire to get out. With that being said, throughout the course of our lives we are subjected to and surrounded by those unbelievably illuminating individuals who help us to see. Their radiating positivity and subsequent warmth often sheds light on the necessary tools needed to dig our way out of those times. Those tools were always at our disposal, we just weren't able to see them. These people harness some seemingly magical ability to make life a bit brighter. These are people I admire.  6 word poem for a girl saving you from dark times: She pulled me into the light.

-Ashleigh Renee

[secretballonmoon]

Every individual with a higher-than-average intelligence level is innately predisposed to some varying degree of narcissism.

IMO

[secretballonmoon]

Getting dangerously close to no longer being able to use "I'm young" as an excuse for shitty decisions.

[secretballonmoon]

I've not yet decided if I should make this into a larger entry, or keep it as a solitary thought.

I often wonder how many people know me, and how many just see what I allow to be shown. In my life, I've always been what I needed to be to get through what we call life. Do I even know the real me? If someone were to ask, what would I say? "Who am I? Well, my name is Ashleigh. Medicine is my passion, and I'm currently attending Nursing school." Is that me? Or is that just a response I've formulated, memorized, and regurgitated again and again?

[secretballonmoon]

I'm not bossy, just authoritatively suggestive.

[secretballonmoon]

"Where the heart is concerned, it's always good to be conscientious and cautious."                                                                               -No One Famous

Preliminary disclosure: I am in Nursing school.  Secondary disclosure: Nursing school owns my life and therefore my brain. Originally, I wrote this sentence in response to a distressed friend experiencing what could best be diagnosed (in my mere 8 months of total nursing school experience) as heart palpitations. This friend- who I've grown quite fond of so it would be great if he actually didn't die- stated as though his chest felt tight and like his heart was skipping a beat.  The more I thought and the more I reread, I started to come to the realization that my sentence applies in more ways than just medically. As we meet new admirers, stare into the eyes of those who look back adoringly, and even just when we think of the person who holds a sacred position in our chest cavity- a surge of emotion rushes through our entire body (quite literally). This sudden surge of emotion- known in the medical world as a concentrated release of norepinephrine and epinephrine from the adrenal cortext- causes the feeling us laypeople* describe as "butterflies." Adrenaline is coursing through our blood vessels (we could probably pick up a car if we tried super hard), our pupils dilate (get really, really big), and our heart rates increase (starts beating way to fast, like, unnaturally fast. I'll be honest, I can't even run that fast.) But as quick as this process takes place and as euphoric the sensation may feel, it's just as easy to reset back to a normal rhythm.  What have we/I learned from this anatomy and physiology lecture? It's good to feel but also good to guard. In a society that's driven to achieve happiness through relationships and sexual gratification, let's challenge ourselves to fully comprehend what's taking place in that pesky heart of ours but to also "love others more than we could ever miss them.**"  *Yes, I still consider myself a layperson. Hopefully, no promises, this statement will change post-Nursing-school-graduation. Knock. On. Wood.

**Quote from the godly and infamous author, John Green, himself (TFIOS)!!  (Giving credit where credit is due: fishingboatproceeds)   

[secretballonmoon]

Valentine's Day isn't about what you do or don't do. It's about who you do it with.

ARM

[secretballonmoon]

Have you ever noticed that those who have close parental relationships surprisingly seem worse off than those who don't? It's like the Universe is saying "Hey, I know you've been dealt a particularly shitty hand. But look on the bright side, at least you're sane right?"