If fate had its way with me I wouldn't protest I'd ask only that in the end I might be happy. A happiness felt to the tips of my toes and every fiber of my curly mane.
Maddie.24.Indiana.Reader.Writer.Poet.Soul Seeker.Desiring Freedom
Maddie.24.Indiana.Reader.Writer.Poet.Soul Seeker.Desiring Freedom
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My next money venture is saving for…
a Landyachtz Longboard! But I don’t know the first thing about which one is the best, etc. Any help here? :) Please?
Words have been away on a leave of absence…
Until tonight in my hotel room…
Pillows ‘corpsing’ beside me as I sink my face into their flesh Giving life in breaths of imagined sighs that downed dreams Become sinewed muscles taunt across bones… Bones I yearn to shake…to jump…to abrade with the contours of secrets Til your bones cease to be… But are forever Mine.
" You’ll get over it…” It’s the clichés that cause the trouble. To lose someone you love is to alter your life for ever. You don’t get over it because ‘it’ is the person you loved. The pain stops, there are new people, but the gap never loses. How could it? The particularness of someone who mattered enough to grieve over is not made anodyne by death. This hole in my heart is in the shape of you and no-one else can fit it. Why would I want them to?"
-Jeanette Winterson
-Jeanette Winterson
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