January 2011
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Sometimes I feel like River, from Firefly, like I can feel everything. When I’m having a good time, I hate it, cause I know it’ll go away, I know that the pain returns, the solitude, the feeling of being in the dark, alone. Maybe that’s why I’m pessimistic sometimes, why I’m not willing to just accept the emotions. I dunno…
Do Mar, the finished piece
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My mother was born and died at sea. She had long hair — this bright, sunshine caught hair that kissed her waist and covered her breasts when she was young and didn’t care enough to wear bathing suits, and this skin, this skin that changed at the same time the seasons did, this copper, water-worn skin during summer and this pale, rough skin that matched the moon during winter....
No Doubt
So umm…witnessed a modern day miracle this Saturday(We go to church on Saturday, makes EVERYTHING easier)…there was a guy, who at a young age, developed…tons of physical problems, arthritis, frozen joints, hell, he even got struck by lightning once. He is now much older, probably somewhere around 70, if not 80. At our churches Christmas service, there was a call for anyone...
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