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Where Have I Been?
Hello all, sorry to go AWOL for so long. let me explain. On October 3, 2018, I woke up in the middle of the night with light on in my bedroom and my husband was pacing back and forth in front of me talking on the phone. I couldn't really understand what he was saying at first ( it was like he was speaking gibberish to me)and that was a little ( Read more... ) -
Question?
I'm curious and I hope several of you will answer. When you visit LJ, do you use your computer or your phone (or iPad type device)? Also, do you still receive notifications when someone posts a new post? I used to always use my laptop, but I've been using my phone more and more and I wanted to know how many of you do the same. Plus, I hardly ever ( Read more... ) -
novembersguest: Dean Winchester, HeroDean Winchester,
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novembersguest:
Dean Winchester, Hero
Dean Winchester, who believes he doesn’t matter,
Because he couldn’t save Mom or Cas,
Because he can’t save everyone,
Who grieves for a boy he barely met,
Who asks for ghosts of strangers to find peace rather than save himself,
Who loves bacon and his brother,
Who believes he holds his ( Read more... ) -
Hopeless Fears
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Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever feel happy and truly lighthearted ever again. And I don’t mean happy in passing-I mean, get up happy to greet the day everyday and heart light as a feather for days.I’m so tired of being mired in a swamp of sadness.
Happiest I’ve been in ages was the trip to Florida for my niece’s wedding. ( Read more... ) -
Dark Emotions
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Sadness consumes the light and the growing darkness suffocates the happy thoughts until hope withers into gauzy wisps of vapor.
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Nights Like These
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Claws, sharp & feral, raked fleshy rows in skin so delicate. His scream cracked the air like a whip & he fell in a heap. Warm hands grasped him, but not before the cold stillness stole him away. His last thought, an apology to the brother holding him so firmly, salty fear already raining down from scared eyes above.
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Red Tears
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She cried. That’s all his memory held. Not the copper in the air, not the red on his hands. Not even the salt on his lips. Just that she cried for him.
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Layout Change
Just an FYI, I no longer have a customized layout because Photobucket decided to charge for hosting and I can't afford that. I did try posting my images at Flickr and Imgur and working with it from there, but I can't find the S2 style Bloggish as a choice in themes and so my theme won't work. So, generic it is. I don't like it, but I don't know ( Read more... )
