December 2011
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What's done in the dark, always manages to come to...
Taurus Dec 31 2011
Even though it may be obvious that a certain someone is to blame for a recent debacle, don’t point fingers. If you do, you may wind up hurting someone’s feelings. Someone in your circle of friends or family members made a blunder, but this person is all too aware of his/her failing. Pointing it out would be pointless, because you will only needlessly add to...
One word frees us from all the weight and pain in life, and that word is Love.
– Socrates (via maluna) (via quote-book)
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"You've got to do your own growing, no matter how...
GROWTH IS A CHOICE.
And he shall be like a tree firmly planted [and tended] by the streams of water, ready to bring forth its fruit in its season; its leaf also shall not fade or wither; and everything he does shall prosper [and come to maturity]. ~Psalm 1:3
Current thoughts:
Most people fight against change, especially when it affects them personally. As novelist Leo Tolstoy said,...
"Yesterday was just the time of our lives."
-Adele
The absence of happiness that I'm experiencing...
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My heart is right on my sleeve, even a blind man...
Maybe I am too sensitive and overly emotional but at least my love never has to be questioned.
I have to start smiling more. I deserve to.
Life is short and there are still so many reasons to smile. I mustn’t forget.
I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw...
chickenyay:
crossesfingerswithhope:
i’m still crying over this…
I can’t stop crying.
omg. tears. all over my face
brb crying </3
This actually brought me to tears.
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im crying :’(
:’(
brb crying my eyes out. :’(
:’/
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There are tears in my eyes. </3
So sad D’:
So teary eyed. Omg.
When it comes to matters of the heart, the only...
-Holiday’s Heart
"Tough times never last but tough people do."
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Amy Winehouse's suicide note
Death, a shape, a thing. Death, a sound, a movement. Death is black, death is going back to black. They use my face. They use my eyes. They sell my soul. They touch me, they molest me. They tell me to stand, they tell me to sing. They plead with me to become.
They make me filthy, then they say they want to cleanse me. Death, the hour awaits, I have nothing, I am neither human nor a machine, stuck...