Reality Check: Still Thirsty, but It Is No Longer a Flaw That Mocks Me.
We have the ability to light a torch for others should they find themselves someday wandering as we were -- tired, thirsty, disillusioned.
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flaw
Broken Beauty. {poetry}
Everything blending together
Giving the illusion of emotional stability and beauty...
I’m expressing how broken and in shambles my heart’s in
The Careless Truth About Depression.
The funny thing about depression is that it doesn’t just pick a part of your life and shed light on its flaws. That’s what most people think depression is. If only it were that kind. But no, depression doesn’t make you feel depressed at all. It makes you feel nothing.
My First Time.
I will continue to have to hear advice like, “Men don’t like women who wear a lot of makeup,” “Don’t swear, it’s not lady-like,” or “If you value yourself, you won’t give it all away in one night.” I can’t help but wonder what ‘firsts’ the rest of my life will hold.
Butterfly. {poetry}
In the name of love, the most potent craving known to man,
the soul surges, agape, even though your mind requires its physical manifestation.
That Devoted Girl Shattered by Your Truth Is Free.
Sure, it’s easy to love someone when you think they are perfect, when you hold them up on a pedestal and pretend they are everything you need and always wanted. You fell off that pedestal when I was 12, Dad, but I loved you so much, flaws and all, and I still do.
The Darkness Within You, Unacknowledged… {poetry}
Lack of acknowledgement
does not make it less real,
does not make it less powerful,
less painful.
Your Heart Is A Wild Woman.
Your heart is a wild woman; let her live fully in the knowledge that she is beautiful. Let her know that she is enough, existing as she is in this moment in time -- a reflection of the stars themselves. She holds the power and the perfection of the Universe inside of her. It is a perfection ...
Forget Perfection: We Love Superheroes Because Of Their Flaws, Not Despite Them.
I love superheroes. I am the mother who, for years, told bedtime stories to her young boys of her epic midnight capers as Catwoman. My children believed for the longest time that I was out fighting crime while they slept, and yet I still managed to bake fresh blueberry scones for breakfast. ...
Life Always Gives You The Experiences You Need.
I’m not sure my relationship with J was simply about healing my big bad daddy wound, but I am certainly closer to my innocence than I was before we met.