April 2011
just love yourself and you're set.
well that was a fast turn around. i feel so much better. not perfect. but better. that really must have been a random hormonally imbalanced week. now everything is making me smile, and i feel like i have so much to look forward to. phew. one day at a time.
with every worthless word we get more far away;
It is so easy to see dysfunction, between you and me. We must free up these tired souls, before the sadness kills us both. I tried and tried to let you know, I love you but I’m letting go. It may not last but I don’t know, just don’t know. If you don’t know, then you can’t care. And you show up, but you’re not there. But I’m waiting, and you...
laugh til you cry;
okay i don’t really do this but i just need to get my thoughts of my head. i’m having one of those weeks where i’m afraid everything i do is wrong. am i in the right place? am i doing things right? what is my life? will everything be okay? but then again i’m the kind of person who believes everything happens for a reason so i guess everything is just as it should be. i...
from a guy's perspective;
leilockheart: I wonder what I look like from a guy’s perspective…
Like when I laugh, I probably think I look super cute:
Or like this: But to him, I look like this: Or when I’m admiring him from afar: Out of the corner of his eye, he will see this: So I’ll be like this: But even if I’m just waving hi to him: I will always look like this:
HAHAHAHAHAHA OMG. the 3rd...
and all my fears just sit inside me, screaming to...
Standing in this room, well I wonder what comes now? I know I have to help him, but hell if I know how. And all the times that I’ve been told, the way his illness goes. The truth of it is no one really knows. And every day this act we act, gets more and more absurd. And all my fears just sit inside me, screaming to be heard. I know they won’t, though, not a single word. I...
“I have learned now that while those who speak of ones miseries usually hurt,...”
– C.S. Lewis
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somewhere she is singing and her song is meant for...
Where did she go, where can she be? When will she come again, calling to me? Somewhere there’s a girl, who’s like the shimmer of the wind upon the water. Somewhere there’s a girl, who’s like the glimmer of the sunlight on the sea. Somewhere there’s a girl, who’s like a swell of endless music. Somewhere she is singing, and her song is meant for me. And her...
“An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind.”
– Gandhi
“From point A, your birth, to point B, your death, friends come, friends go,...”
– T. Oakley
the bridge is crossed, so stand and watch it burn;
Past the point of no return, no backward glances. Our games of make believe are at an end. Past all thought of if, or when. No use resisting. Abandon thought and let the dream descend. What raging fire shall flood the soul? What rich desire unlocks it’s door? What sweet seduction lies before us? Past the point of no return, the final threshold. What warm unspoken secrets will we...
