Friday, October 28, 2011

"Some Days, I Have No Kind Words For The Universe."

“The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.”

My favorite childhood picture of me and Kylen

"I am heartbroken. May you find the peace under the earth that you couldn't find above it.
I loved you more deeply than our time together showed.
May you be held by the universe tonight." -TH

Rest in peace my beautiful Angel, I will never be able to understand or accept why you're not here with us
and why I cannot bring you back. My world is not a better place without you in it.

Monday, October 24, 2011

Torn, then gutted. Twice. And I managed to survive both times. Life is beautiful.

“In periods of rapid personal change, we pass through life as though we are spellcast. We speak in sentences that end before finishing. We sleep heavily because we need to ask so many questions as we dream alone. We bump into others and feel bashful at recognizing souls so similar to ourselves.”

Douglas Coupland

Sunday, October 16, 2011

When There Is Nothing Left To Burn You Must Set Yourself On Fire.

"I want to come from love. And I want to do it all the time. I can’t expect it to always look the same though. I remember a friend saying that God loved his daughter enough to say no – something he had a hard time with. Sometimes love says, “no this doesn’t work for me.” Sometimes love walks away, because staying would conflict with loving and being true to who we are. And, staying would make it very difficult to come from love”

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Have You Ever Noticed Yourself Giving Your Best To The People Who Will Not Receive It?

And you love like your hand is on the horn, baby. I adore you but there's a hole in the cup that should hold your love

This was the world in which she grew and he aged. They made for themselves a sanctuary, a habitat completely unlike the rest of the world. No hateful words were ever spoken, and no hands raised. More than that, no angry words were ever spoken, and nothing was denied. But more than that, no unloving words were ever spoken, and everything was held up as another small piece of proof that it can be this way, it doesn’t have to be that way; if there is no love in the world, we will make a new world, and we will give it heavy walls, and we will furnish it with soft red interiors, from the inside out, and give it a knocker that resonates like a diamond falling to a jeweler’s felt so that we should never hear it. Love me, because love doesn’t exist, and I have tried everything that does.

Try to forget that I might be leaving tomorrow. Try to return the courage you had to borrow.
Nightingale, sing us a song to remind us we tried. It’s hard to reach out when both of your hands been tied

Monday, October 10, 2011

Good Things Don`t End Unless They End Badly

Because why would I want a relationship that doesn’t bleed me dry? Then again, why would I want a relationship that bleeds me dry? My heart is a tangled mess of criss-crossed red and green wires; contradiction after contradiction. Do I cut the red one, or the green one? I want a relationship that is emotionally intense, yet I want a relationship that is easy-going and relaxed. I want a person that loves me more, yet based on past experience I would never get into a relationship where I love that person less. I mean, I guess a lot of us settle for the safe kind of love, where you know you will have someone’s arms to return to at the end of the day - where you know your heart is safe. But deep down inside, I think all of us crave for the type of love that tears us apart and messes with our mind. No, I am not talking about the emotionally destructive sort of relationships. What I mean is - I think all of us secretly want to push our limits, test our boundaries and lose ourselves in the intensity and passion of here and now. We want to be kept on the edge. (yet we want to feel safe, secure in the knowledge that we will not spend the rest of our lives lonely and broken-hearted.) It is so hard to strike a balance.