tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46604308196120129162024-02-25T09:10:43.715+01:00Now Never Ends~Smallvillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05577387466864148343noreply@blogger.comBlogger19452125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660430819612012916.post-18199045840861340992018-11-30T11:18:00.000+01:002018-11-30T11:18:00.125+01:00I used to go running every day on the trail near the river.<div style="text-align: center;">
<i><span style="font-size: x-large;">I used to go running every day on the trail near the river.<b> One day, I decided to take the trail through the park instead and ended up getting a cramp.</b> I stopped and sat down, and waited for the cramp to pass and ended up meeting a guy. We’ve been married for five years now.</span></i></div>
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Smallvillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05577387466864148343noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660430819612012916.post-2242435198360161772015-12-25T16:46:00.000+01:002015-12-25T16:46:00.323+01:00Merry Christmas!<div style="text-align: center;">
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Smallvillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05577387466864148343noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660430819612012916.post-58601134125543873842015-12-18T21:38:00.000+01:002015-12-18T21:38:00.258+01:00December never felt so wrong. <img src="https://38.media.tumblr.com/6d704ff9891a23c750a4d53291049133/tumblr_nggg6ym3qc1tafvgyo1_500.gif" /><br />
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Smallvillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05577387466864148343noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660430819612012916.post-80192264472286833902015-11-28T15:28:00.000+01:002015-11-28T15:28:04.933+01:00— Rita Mae Brown, Hiss of Death<blockquote>
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Smallvillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05577387466864148343noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660430819612012916.post-36610935038352422102015-11-16T19:04:00.000+01:002015-11-16T19:04:36.063+01:00Need <div style="text-align: center;">
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Smallvillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05577387466864148343noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660430819612012916.post-61013211480039188772015-11-14T10:21:00.000+01:002015-11-16T19:07:03.107+01:00~Emma Watson<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><i>“Beauty is not long hair, skinny legs, tanned skin or perfect teeth. Believe me. Beauty is the face of who cried and now smiles, beauty is the scar on your knee since you fell when you were a kid, beauty is the circles when love doesn’t let you sleep, beauty is the expression on the face when the alarm rings in the morning, it’s the melted makeup when you have a shower, it’s the laughter when you make a joke you’re the only one who can understand, beauty is meeting his gaze and stopping understanding, beauty is your gaze when you see him, it’s when you cry for all you paranoias, beauty is the lines marked by time. Beauty is what we feel in the inside which also shows outside us. Beauty is the marks the life leaves on us, all the kicks and the caresses the memories leave us. Beauty is letting yourself live.”</i></span><br />
<br />Smallvillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05577387466864148343noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660430819612012916.post-57113227320215315042015-11-08T12:31:00.001+01:002015-11-08T12:34:36.956+01:00Chapter 11 of 12<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><b>Got an email not so long ago from... let's call it <i>"the Past"</i>.</b> It was a short and sweet email, to which i'd normally reply to short and sweetly. However i made a promise not to revisit or re-initiate contact unless something was dire. Yes she is a woman of principles. </span></div>
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<br />Smallvillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05577387466864148343noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660430819612012916.post-13421186448414331172015-10-28T05:50:00.002+01:002015-10-28T05:50:58.112+01:00— Pablo Neruda<i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.</span></i><br />
<br />Smallvillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05577387466864148343noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660430819612012916.post-25730282785080621952015-10-24T21:26:00.002+02:002015-10-24T21:26:26.579+02:00— Sara Keirsten Quin<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">I don’t think people </span><br />
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<br />Smallvillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05577387466864148343noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660430819612012916.post-56314225665210673472015-10-24T21:08:00.001+02:002015-10-24T21:08:07.919+02:00— Tennessee Williams, A Streetcar Named Desire <br />
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Smallvillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05577387466864148343noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660430819612012916.post-45950422699943344412015-10-20T20:16:00.000+02:002015-10-24T20:16:47.444+02:00— ~Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #52<blockquote>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">“I’m falling around you.” He mumbles against her skin and it doesn’t make much sense but he’s intoxicated on a mixture of alcohol and just her.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">It shouldn’t make sense but somehow it does. At the end of the world, if the sun was going to grow the size of the sky, if it was going to burn brighter and hotter than it ever had before, if it was going to reduce everything and anything to dust and ash, everyone will fall. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">And as the image of falling dust, through nothing but space, fills her mind, she guesses he’s right, he’s falling around her.</span><br />
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Smallvillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05577387466864148343noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660430819612012916.post-23929267994087987872015-10-19T23:03:00.001+02:002015-10-19T23:03:33.392+02:00— Brian A. Ortiz <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Passionate women are like fires: often misunderstood and unfairly written off as wild, troubled, broken. And a fire left unchecked can be destructive; for example, a wildfire traveling through a forest. They’re unrestrained passion bordering rage.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Yet if that same fire is burning in a fireplace, people are able to appreciate its natural beauty and warmth, especially when they can feel how cold the outside world is. All because the fireplace has the depth (and through that, the capacity) to channel the fire’s unbridled energy.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Passionate women are the same way. They need someone who loves with a depth that matches their passion; someone they can burn for, and in the sense of having that love reciprocated, to burn within.</span><br />
<br />Smallvillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05577387466864148343noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660430819612012916.post-5855663361325702852015-10-19T23:00:00.002+02:002015-10-19T23:00:23.869+02:00— Linwood BarclaySometimes, it’s easier to tell a stranger something very personal. It`s like there’s less risk, opening yourself up to someone who doesn’t know you.<br />
<br />Smallvillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05577387466864148343noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660430819612012916.post-70910456951854828612015-10-19T22:59:00.003+02:002015-10-19T22:59:24.838+02:00— Donna Tartt<div style="text-align: right;">
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Smallvillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05577387466864148343noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660430819612012916.post-54774138060213509602015-10-19T22:53:00.002+02:002015-10-19T22:53:45.209+02:00— Rachel Cohn and David Levithan, Naomi and Ely’s No Kiss List<blockquote>
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Smallvillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05577387466864148343noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660430819612012916.post-37284003981743134542015-10-19T22:43:00.001+02:002015-10-19T22:43:25.890+02:00— Leaves and Butterflies<blockquote class="tr_bq" style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">There is some kind of a sweet innocence in being human - in not having to be just happy or just sad - in the nature of being able to be both broken and whole, at the same time.</span></blockquote>
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Smallvillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05577387466864148343noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660430819612012916.post-23691462434571216332015-10-19T22:38:00.003+02:002015-10-19T22:38:54.245+02:00— The Smiths, “Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now”<div style="text-align: center;">
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<br />Smallvillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05577387466864148343noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660430819612012916.post-654335205681194262015-10-19T22:35:00.000+02:002015-10-19T22:35:26.651+02:00— marina v., (dis)honesty.<i><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">sometimes honesty is selfish. sometimes honesty is about making yourself feel good. sometimes honesty is about moral high-grounds and principles and lines in the sand. sometimes honesty is as much of a lie, as anything else you could say. sometimes honesty is a way to break, to shatter. sometimes honesty harms. sometimes, the greatest kindness is a lie.</span></i><br />
<br />Smallvillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05577387466864148343noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660430819612012916.post-80018816854783151532015-10-19T22:27:00.000+02:002015-10-19T22:27:06.696+02:00— Anne Frank<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">But feelings can’t be ignored, no matter how unjust or ungrateful they seem.</span></b><br />
<br />Smallvillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05577387466864148343noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660430819612012916.post-32198763470608406602015-10-04T08:21:00.000+02:002015-10-12T08:22:22.933+02:00~F.S<i><b><span style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #351c75; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> "I'm bruised </span></b></i><br />
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Smallvillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05577387466864148343noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660430819612012916.post-5468348873781924202015-10-03T08:18:00.000+02:002015-10-12T08:20:47.222+02:00Dignity<h2>
<b><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Dignity</span></b></h2>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">1. The moment you realize that the person you cared for has nothing intellectually or spiritually to offer you, but a headache.</span><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-weight: normal;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">2. The moment you realize God had greater plans for you that don’t involve crying at night or sad Pinterest quotes.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">3. The moment you stop comparing yourself to others because it undermines your worth, education and your parent’s wisdom.’</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">4. The moment you live your dreams,</span><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-weight: normal;"> not because of what it will prove or get you, but because that is all you want to do. People’s opinions don’t matter.</span><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-weight: normal;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">5. The moment you realize that no one is your enemy, <span style="font-weight: normal;">except yourself.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">6. The moment you realize that you can have everything you want in life. </span><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-weight: normal;">However, it takes timing, the right heart, the right actions, the right passion and a willingness to risk it all. If it is not yours, it is because you really didn’t want it, need it or God prevented it.</span><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-weight: normal;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">7. The moment you realize the ghost of your ancestors stood between you and the person you loved. </span><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-weight: normal;">They really don’t want you mucking up the family line with someone that acts anything less than honorable.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">8. The moment you realize that happiness was never about getting a person. </span><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-weight: normal;">They are only a helpmate towards achieving your life mission.</span><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-weight: normal;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">9. The moment you believe that love is not about losing or winning. <span style="font-weight: normal;">I</span></span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-weight: normal;">t </span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-weight: normal;">is just a few moments in time, followed by an eternity of situations to grow from.</span><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">10. The moment you realize that you were always the right person. <span style="font-weight: normal;">Only ignorant people walk away from greatness.</span></span></h3>
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