Autumn LeavesI walked outside only to find all of the colors had fallen to the ground. It was like the trees knew the changes about to come. Time moves fast, everything changes. Change is inevitable, adaptation is everything. Got to keep moving forward. [ pulled from http://pixylayne.livejournal.com/131946.html ] |
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Pink nights of yellow roses. Patiently waiting-..-Finally. Overwhelmed with love; joy. I awaken to yellow rays gleaming through partially concluded blinds. To my left, a man of many words; amiable, gentle, compassionate, lovely; lies in a fanciful wake-less stage. To my right, a little wonder, sprawled out dreaming peacefully. What a perfect array of pixels. ***************************************************************** Lying flat on my stomach;Him on his back. Side by side. Giggling. Gazing in to the eyes of the most a m a z i n g person ever. Ayden lying across our backs. Playing his harmonica for us.. Almost as in the way a musician would play a violin while two lovers dine. but much cuter. and a bit more off key. Punky tickling my toes, and laughing as I gently kick my feet. Laughter from all four of us. Every single aspect about this moment is pure perfection. I am in love with being in love. all the right answers
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lessons learned/harsh reminders.I need time to reflect. room to breathe. Even if this means sitting in a dark room, rocking in the chair with my headphones in and crying for 20 minutes.______ There are some phases in life people will never grow out of. It is about them. Only them. And that is the way they will always be. I do not get angry at them, or more so let my feelings turn to anger. I keep pushing forward in hopes that someday they will no longer take my willing to give for granted. ______ Making more money does not always mean more happiness. In my case, it meant more stress. ______ Being the General Manager of a restaurant is not something I want to do for the rest of my life. Or ever again. ______ My judgment of others is still horrible. If my first impression of someone is good, I usually end up not liking them and vice-verse. ______ Still as socially awkward as ever. ______ Solving the rubix cube in three minutes draws more attention than the three drunk girls begging for the attention. ______ Never rely on drunk friends. You will end up walking home. ______ Everyone is fighting their own battle. Be kinder than you think the situation calls for. ______ The change of Autumn leaves make me happier than I can explain. ______ Time is precious. Don't take it for granted. ______ Stop and look around. Life is amazing. Beauty surrounds you. ______ Don't let what happened yesterday hold you down today or you will never move forward. [ pulled from http://pixylayne.livejournal.com/131660.html ] |
friday, august 29. 9:38 am pdtWhile 60+ hours a week is hard to juggle with children, a birthday party and a funeral, the pay is nice. 3 more days and the chaos should be over. (blah, can I really take three more days?) Hours will drop. Pay will remain the same. My boss will remain a jerk, of that I am sure. Sometimes being broke sounds better than where I am at now. Stick with it. Stick with it. Stick with it. I have made it this far. Give it one more month. Just to wait and see. |
time.always in such a rush. ready for the day to end. the week to be over. seasons to pass. years to come. until something is taken away. (or someone) you then yearn for the last time you saw/spoke/touched that person to once again be the present.time is precious. We move entirely too fast. |
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