The streaks of cerise in the evening sky made me feel hopeful. No matter how rotten a day it is, somehow it helps that it ends with a sunset. Sunsets are peaceful, reckless beauty, existing in wasteful abandon. Each sunset is different and brief. So much beauty splashed on the heavens to simply fade away in moments ( Read more... )

Much time is wasted in defense ( Read more... )

This is, perhaps, an odd thought but it meant something to me.

"I admire Picasso for his understanding of what womanhood is-- always being broken apart, then trying to put yourself back together, nothing ever fitting quite right." -Michelle Richmond.

Twenty-Pound Stone by Nick Flynn ( Read more... )

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“People so seldom say I love you And then it's either too late or love goes. So when I tell you I love you, It doesn't mean I know you'll never go, Only that I wish you didn't have to.” -Author Unknown ( Read more... )

From the poem "Metamorphosis" by Carol P. Snow. Copying it made the spacing mess up but I wanted to save it ( Read more... )

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I'm sorry this entry is so long ( Read more... )