Key To Her Heart
You have climbed inside of me. . . .this is how I feel. . .hoping, but not knowing if I can allow myself to be fully present if a really good man were to come along. I hope you don’t mind that I reblogged. π
You have climbed inside of me. . . .this is how I feel. . .hoping, but not knowing if I can allow myself to be fully present if a really good man were to come along. I hope you don’t mind that I reblogged. π
Fiction, and other made-up stories
Still histrionic, still a bookwhore; just faking competence because of my kid.
One Therapist's Thoughts-Before and After
It's not the length of life, but the depth.
This is my mind, itβs not supposed to make sense.
Where Sarcasm Gets Drunk and Lets Its Hair Down
Shining the light of truth on delusion
Researching, investigating, and writing about the paranormal.
You either get it... or you don't.
Inky blackness, a yawning void ~
A weekly series edited by Jena Schwartz
Read. Ingest the words. Like little blue pills, they will affect you.
the stories behind the pictures, and vice versa
Just my thoughts for all to behold
FOR DISCERNING READERS
π Fully Living The Unfinished Things Of Life Through Writings. π
Spiced with stories, served from the heart
Writer, Tarot Reader, Designer
a little bit of this and a little bit of that
Seeking Beauty Beyond the Scars
The home of Emma O'Brien
The musings of a scorpion who would have been an eagle
I blog now. I know, I can't believe it either.
When I read this earlier today I was hoping you would read it. I thought it was excellent.
Yes, it really hit home for me–all things I think about.