writing
have i told you all
that i love to write
i do
i’m not sure i’m good at it
but i really don’t care too much
about that
i love to write
not for the accolades
but for the healing it brings
i love to write
for the smiles it can share
i love to write
to express my…
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That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you’re not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.
F. Scott Fitzgerald (via pavorst)
The Secret Life Of Mademoiselle Lou Ella: Dawn
My Favourite Time Of Day…
Is Dawn
When The Sky Is Half Night And Half Day
I Love The Way The Stars Shine Brighter
As If Begging You Not To Forget They Are There
The Moon Seems Bigger And Closer
As If Competing With The Sun
The Sun Who Rises In Colours Of Reds And Pinks
There’s A Period Of…
Dawn is my favorite time of day too. If I have to pick just one.
The Secret Life Of Mademoiselle Lou Ella: turquoisetangle replied to your post: It’s when If you wrote it when…
If you wrote it when you weren’t in love, I hope it’s exactly the way you’re feeling now that you are. The head over heels falling in love butterflies are marvelous, so is a steady, “I know you’re always there and you…
Stop worrying. Sink in and enjoy it. All is well. As it should be. Hope you’ll be together, all the time, soon. I’m new to Tumblr and your love story, that still unfolding in all the newness, giddiness and wonder. *happy sigh from a married lady*
I woke up to the
joyous pitter-patter of rain
against my window.
The disrobed maple tree
swayed its limbs – happy
and pleased to witness the
the grimes and filths of the past
get washed off by the rain.You don’t always need the sun
to see hope and happiness, sometimes
they can be seen sparkling in the beads of rain.
I write.: Q: Tell me why you write. I write to forget. I write over what I write…
Q: Tell me why you write.
I write to forget. I write over what I write so that the words become illegible. That way, I write to hide. I write to leave behind things that I do not want to remember. But it feels like every day when I wake up, I have this headache and this urge to just destroy the…
I write.: Q: Tell me why you write. I write to forget. I write over what I write…
The Secret Life Of Mademoiselle Lou Ella: It’s when
It’s when you can’t stop smiling,
It’s when the sun shines through the rain,
It’s when you skip instead of walk,
When it’s only them that you talk,It’s when you get a flutter at the thought of them,
Jelly legs when you see them,
Butterflies when you touch them,It’s when they’re the…
I have red highlights in my hair again, as of my appointment last night. So glad! Hadn’t had a “works” hair appointment since July. Now I am officially Forty & Fabulous. Watch out world! ~ Janean
Knowing Me
I Know What I Am
I Know What I Am Not
But Do You?
Do You Know Me Inside Out?
You May Think You Do
But In Reality I Choose
I Choose Who Knows What
I Choose How You See Me
And Even If I Do Let You See More
I Can Guarentee With All My Soul
That It’s Nowhere Near To Knowing
Anything There Is To Know About Me
Turquoise Tangles 