Finding my font

Does this feel like me?
Or this
No. 
Plus Grass is already this.
Okay. I hope I find mine soon. 
how about me
This is not me either
I honestly like you but 
sometimes Times just seems so much more reliable 
I don't think I'd be able to stick with you for the rest of my life
okay 
times it is
-garlic

grass' green smoothie

i just thought that i would share my extremely delectable smoothie for y'all. in case you didn't know, i drink a green smoothie every day, hence my name of "grass." obviously, this implies that "garlic" does indeed eat garlic every day. i heard she eats them raw, but don't tell her i said that. 

anyway, this smoothie was absolutely stunning and just adorable, so i had to take a picture of it, and then of course i had to instagram it. note how instagram is both a noun and verb. huzzah! 

those are chia seeds on top, in case you were wondering. they supposedly have magical effects that i have yet to experience :(

-grass
ps now you can distinguish between garlic and my posts since i use this font and no upper case letters ;)

November's arrival

I wish I was determined. 

I wish I had that drive that only a couple people I know have.

I wish that when I set my mind to something,I will accomplish it. 

I wish for "impossible" to not exist in my vocabulary.

November's resolution. 

Your Love never fails
It never gives up
It never runs out on me

I can't wait to move to New York where I can be and do anything I want.
-grass

There is an ache in a different part of my foot with every step that I take.
I cannot help but reminisce about the unreal sensations that I have experienced.
I cannot help but be thankful that my parents spent their whole weekend with me.
I cannot help but appreciate my life.
I cannot help but love this pain.
I cannot help but look forward to the end of my 4 day recovery week and start training for my 10K in November.

-grass

Saturdays

When all eyes are staring at you, it's quite intimidating. The seconds grow longer and time becomes a void itself. I feel a stubborn fear lodged inside of my throat, allowing me to only produce inarticulate murmurs. I dare not lift my eyes from the papers in front of me. When the teacher calls my name, the room seems to hold its breath, sighing in silence when my impotence is once again shown. The judgement seeps from the steel-plated hearts of my classmates, and I swear I can feel it crawling over me, gnawing on the outside, trying to get skin-deep. I want to run. I want to get out of here. I want to run and never come back. I want to run and never come back and let them all watch me fly away. But even so, the little voice of perseverance leads me back to this pandemonium every week. 
-Garlic