The Secret Life Of Mademoiselle Lou Ella: turquoisetangle replied to your post: It’s when If you wrote it when…

angelicaldarkness:

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*

The Secret Life Of Mademoiselle Lou Ella: turquoisetangle replied to your post: It’s when If you wrote it when…

novicepen:

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…

pavorst:

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…

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

angelicaldarkness:

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

Forever Falling Up: When she looked in his eyesShe saw the broken piecesSo she went to…

learnthewaysoflonely:

When she looked in his eyes
She saw the broken pieces
So she went to work
Her tools; her heart and mind
The mending would not be easy
And certainly not perfect
Because once something breaks
It always mends a little crooked

He looked at her with that
Something that was broken in him
And saw her so…

Forever Falling Up: When she looked in his eyesShe saw the broken piecesSo she went to…