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This week is one of lessons and of discovery.
Cupcake enthusiast // futuristic Mr Darcy lover // bookworm // Maine Coon owner // vintage doll // WDW geek
This week is one of lessons and of discovery.
The fight isn't always worthwhile.
Of course you can keep buying yourself these things. But they won't fill the void growing inside you, worsening as the weeks progress.
The mind sleeps not well when it is full with anger.
He said, "It's all in your head" And I said, "So's everything." But he didn't get it.
I would tell a hundred excuses, because you wouldn't understand the truth.
Whatever the reason..I'll still hold your hand.
It would all be rather sensible if we were honest and spoke of our feelings but where would be the humanity in that.
I have no expectations. Only hope..
Can you miss something you never really had?.
I think I wear this cardigan still, even though it drowns me, as a reminder of when it was too tight.
Tonight I close whatever I started. Lock the lid barely ajar. Bid you farewell for all time..
In darkness, when so many times I've fallen underfoot, I was held up. Head over heart. This, once passed, only formed the barrier once two moons had shone. I return to the grey, in hope of the blue.
Feeling the baby kick was one of the most strangest and beautiful experiences I've had. I look forward to the day I meet you, my child.
Coping is not the same as surviving..
Hidden from the well-wishers was the forthcoming journey on the mourning train..
I will never find another you..
Never assume..
I hate you I love you Leave Don't go away ~ Ms Kilcher.
When your heart and mind cannot get along, sleep is a fragile gift.
If he won't hold your hand, he doesn't deserve to hold your heart.
Time is no time at all.
He was someone who could have been The One but in the end was no-one.
I have grown so weary of fighting these demons. The mind is plagued with wrongful thoughts and self-destruction, forcing the body into a cyclone which cannot be controlled.
I know one day I'll be better than who I am.
I wish I knew in whose arms I fell asleep last night. For that time, I was in the most safest place in the world. Dreams can be so taunting..
Part of me hopes you call for that no real reason. The other is fearful for the mental consequence if you did..
The years of being pushed to silence ended in retaliation. Boldness stood, roadside. Like the fish moving from bowl to bowl, I made the leap.
Every month is a reminder that I'm not a mother. A body can be a cruel, taunting machine.
It would be nice to look pretty for someone, not to just make myself feel adequate in the office.
And today, further proof I am known by none. Just items to signify a person which without, would only be a vessel of blood and bone..
When humans disappoint, the loyal feline doth remain.