Running with Scalpels & Bad Soap Notes.


Lost myself for a little bit there, actually a lot more than a little bit but trust me, I'm workin' on it. Embarking on a journey to the good life, no strife, better yet, settling for nothin' but the best, ain't got time for any less.

The word around town is that there's this girl with a strange, strange name. Gully, is it? Oh yes folks, no lie. She loves coffee. She loves tea. She loves make up. She loves wine. And trust, she loves men. She loves the simple things, like breathing, cleaning, and eating. She goes out of her way. And often times, she seldom gets what she wants, but that's ok 'cause she never truly wanted them anyway. She appreciates. She regulates, so beware. You wouldn't get away with too much there, she lays it bare... ;]

She flies Solo. Dolo. Forever screamin’ out Yolo. Fosho.
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Well, if you really wanna' get down to the nitty gritty--

I am a Christian. Firm believer but heavy sinner. I am Cambodian. Introvert by nature, but extrovert by choice. I never see the world in a black and white manner. I have a very profound respect for the military and those who serve. I am a Soldier. (And ya' damn right, I'm proud.) I tend to care too much about certain things but only 'cause I don't know how to care any less. I love smiles. I love hugs. I love going to the movies, catchin' the latest show and takin' up the whole back row. I love sunny days that rain. I love holding onto a friend's arm while we strollin'. I love getting to know someone to a very personal level. I love it when those awkward silences become comfortable over time. I love leaning on someone's shoulder while I'm sittin' next to 'em.

And I love, love music. From the rugged swing and sweet, jazzy blues, to old beautiful country, to hip hop, soul, and some r&b. Dance with me.



Oh my GOD.

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Christmas at Hogwarts

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This is what I imagine parenthood is like.

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"If one day speed kills me, do not cry because I was smiling." - Paul Walker, [1973 - 2013]

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I am not a graceful person. I am not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2am, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don’t belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn’t happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don’t see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.
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