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General feeling of the day

Feeling of the day

Some music just needs air so role down your window

In love, a heart can never be stolen. It only goes where it wants.

I can read

I can read

Everytime I shot back with," What's wrong with living in a dream world?" she'd say, " you have to wake up"

-Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees

Sometimes I wonder if anything's absolute anymore. Is There Still right and wrong? Good and bad? Truth and lies? Or is everything negotiable,left to interpretation, grey. Sometimes we're forced to bend the truth, transform it, cause we're faced with things that are not of our own making. And sometimes things simply catch up to us.

I called

Because

I just

Need to feel you on the line

Don't hang up this time

And I know it was me who called it over but

I still wish you'd fought me 'til your dying day

Don't let me get away

Cause I can't wait to figure out what's wrong with me

So I can say this is the way that I used to be

There's no substitute for time

Or for the sadness

Some music just needs air, so role down your window

Past

Sometimes when you look over your sholder, for those past events that seemed huge at te time, they look rather small now. They still feel as they did once before, but you tend to forget the details, the things that surrounded them. You tend to minimise the screams, the hurt, the crying, the words.....but suddenly it comes all right back at you.

Sometimes I wished I had done things differently, but then I remember, why should I?

They were not small or insignificant. They ment what they ment for a reason, and the sum of all those little moments it's what has got me here, to where I am and to who I am.

So no, I will not forget, and yes, I will forgive myself.

Me

Some music just needs air so role down your window

A must

Viajando por la blogosfera me encontré este blog que es un must. Es inspirador, original, único...y encuentras siempre algo que te llama la atención.
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I Can Read

It makes me sad. And then it makes me laugh, because sadness at any length is terrifying. –Ask again later