More than anything I encounter in my job, I hate spiders. HATE. Had I ran into this ear sized spider you speak of, I would have ran -- well, probably jogged. I don't run for anything -- home and packed my bags immediately. Maybe.. live on a houseboat? Yes.
Also, now that such large spiders have been spotted by you.. don't ever expect me to come and visit.
When your room is messy, you tend to have different kind of moods, and they can shift around very quickly. But once you get it clean up, you will feel a more comfortable feeling, like something really heavy have been lifted from you. You can say that it goes the same for life, if you clean away the memories, the people that keep you away from being happy, you will definitely feel a lot better. Especially the broken hearted, don't let the past keeping your life from moving forward.
Since I am new to this app I figured Id try to get some penpals by letting yall know what im about. Im 20, Im a mother to a beautiful little boy. I am a carseat safety advocate. I support breast and formula feeding. I suffer depression, anxiety and chronic plaque psoriasis on 70% of my body. I plan to write mostly as about my life as a young Mom and about my daily struggle and acheivments I over come daily. I hope I can help other Moms and people with my letters.
volví a mirarte una vez más, ahí estabas cómo si nada más estuviera a lado tuyo, parecías distante, ausente cómo recordando un amor, y te mire y tu mirada no me veía, si ahí estabas tu!! queriendo distraerte, queriendo sanar el alma, y solo te miro y no puedo decir nada porque no me miras, porque no es a mi ah quién amas.... si vuelvo a mirarte y mi alma reclama porque sigo soñando con tu regreso, mientras sufres por un amor que te ah robado las ganas de vivir, porque no me miras? porque sigo mirándote y me escondo en un rincón? porque tengo miedo que veas lo débil que soy cuando en tus ojos me pierdo yo, cuando veas que te miro y tu ni cuantas t das...
Ursprache; ur-meaning "earliest, original" and sparche-meaning "speech"
To go along with this word I thought oh I know my first memory would be perfect. So my first memory, well clear one, was when I was 6. Ill never forget my dad sending me a shinny new pink bike with new training wheels. I begged him for that bike... anyway the memory starts with me dragging that thing down the stairs skinning my ankels, boy do I hate bikes. Am I the only one? So I get down the stairs and I put it next to the curb so I could get on it easier, where were all the adults during this monumental moment *shrug* anyway I rode it in a circle then I stopped then cried.... the end my first memory was ...
I guess I wasn't meant to have true love. Three husbands down and I'm all alone. I loved two of them with everything I had. My first husband the father of my children, yea he left me for dead on September 28,1998. My second husband was abusive to my children, the 3rd oh My how much I still love him. I gave him everything I had physically, mentally, financially.And more. He left to go care for his dad 3 yea Larry her still hasn't come home. I'm trying to move on.
Oye hermano, hay un interminable camino por redescubrir. Oye hermana, me pregunto ¿todavía crees en el amor? Oh si el cielo se viene cayendo, por ti, no hay nada en este mundo que yo no haría.
¿Qué pasa si estoy lejos de casa? Oh hermano yo escucharé tu llamado. ¿Qué pasa si lo pierdo todo? Oh hermana ¡yo te ayudaré a salir! Oh si el cielo se viene cayendo, por ti, no hay nada en este mundo que yo no haría...
What do I fear?
I fear I won't know what to do if if saw you.
Of breaking down again.
I fear that you'll get on the bus
That we will walk by like strangers.
I fear my parents finding out who I am.
That drugs, depression, and sadness overwhelm me.
I fear to say I have control.
That i'll become someone else
So easy to become cynical.
I fear my memories;
I fear the past, present, and future.
The most miserable people I know are those who are obsessed with themselves; The happiest people I know are those who lose themselves in the service of others...by and large, I have come to see that if we complaint about life, it is because we are thinking only of ourselves.
I'm Not Going To Tell You You're Beautiful
Because actually, you don't need to hear it from someone else. Of course it's great when someone tells you that you are beautiful... but what's more important than that is... that you have to be the one who believe it. And no matter how many times someone tries to bring you down... you need to be your own hero and believe that you don't need to change so that everyone accepts you, you have to be the one who accepts them. Take risks.