December 2011
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Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters...
– Kahlil Gibran
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My Christmas (2011)
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I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the...
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
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You have set my life
on fire my love; never have
I loved the warmth more.
– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
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We can spend our lives letting the world tell us who we are. Sane or insane....
– Chuck Palahniuk
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As of Thursday (21st) morning - which should be when this is posting - I will be in Scotland. At the moment of writing, I have no idea when I will be home. It will depend on how things go.
Either way…let the queue commence!
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Impatience is not a virtue, not when you have no choice but to wait. My heart is in my mouth. I want so much for this to go well. I hope to God that the call comes soon. Show me I am important enough to get this fixed now.
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When you have come to the edge of all the light you have, and step into the...
– Richard Bach
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Mints Pies
My Aunt posted this as her status on Facebook last night:
“Gotta love Kate [my cousin] who has just written a letter to leave out for Santa on Christmas Eve, telling him how much she loves him…thanking him for all the presents he has left her every year …and the best of all … …telling him to enjoy the ‘mints pies’ that she has left out for him -...
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Finally, with a promise of conversation, I don’t know how to feel. I don’t know what he is going to bring to the table, though I have told him that if it is nothing, we will not be able to continue. It is not a threat, but a fact. I cannot fix this on my own - and I will not be made to feel as if I should. I am afraid. I don’t know that I can forgive that these things only seem...
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And oftentimes excusing of a fault doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.
– William Shakespeare
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You still have a lot of time to make yourself be what you want. There’s still...
– The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton
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The worst sin toward our fellow creatures is not to hate them, but to be...
– George Bernard Shaw, The Devil’s Disciple
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New Blog Post: If You Die in SL...'Tis the... →
Santa, a bright red bikini, and some awfully stereotypical (but true) jokes about English weather.
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Another day. Another continuation of silence. It’s becoming torturous - because an end to the silence wouldn’t mean an end to the situation, to the unhappiness.
Another post that risks my blog turning into one long whinge. But I am finding this so, so hard. I want to know where I stand. I want to know if I am wanted. I want to know if I am wanted enough that he is willing to put in...
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This is not constructive. This is not working towards something, good or bad. This is a limbo, a silence, a nothing.
Writing is my lifeblood, and I cannot even do that. I cannot string the sentences together well enough, fast enough, to be able to take even a modicum of comfort in the words. These, having taken so long to come together in my mind, offer nothing. I have no escape. Only thoughts of...
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