Life changes every minute of every day. You lose friends. You gain friends. You realize your friend wasn’t ever really your friend. And that person you used to hate can make a really good friend. You look for love. You find love. You lose love. You realize that all along you’ve been loved. You laugh. You cry. You laugh so hard that you cry. You do this. You do that. You really wish you hadn’t done that. You learn from that and are glad that you did. You have your ups. You have your downs. You see good movies. You see bad movies. You look at others and wish you were them. You then realize who they are and are glad that you’re you. You love life. You hate life. In the end, you just find yourself to be living life no matter what’s thrown at you.
(Source: x3bbycakes)
I support gay marriage. I’m straight. Why do I support? Because they’re fucking human too.
(Source: jinxked)
I’ve listened from backstage, to people applaud. It’s like - like waves of love coming over the footlights and wrapping you up. Imagine…. to know, every night, that different hundreds of people love you…. they smile, their eyes shine - you’ve pleased them, they want you, you belong. Just that alone is worth anything. ~All About Eve
If our friendship ended bitterly….
….but months later we “make up” is it possible to regain the trust? Is it possible to not hold a grudge?
Is it pure fantasy? Yes. This I have decided. Grudges are part of the DNA of sad, lonely, and bitter women.
I truly do not hold a grudge, but I reserve the right to walk away from bitter, angry, spiteful people. It’s like an edict screaming out to me: Do it! Run! Run away, Andrea!
Okay. This time I WILL listen.
Grammie and Elizabeth (4 1/2 yrs)
- Elizabeth:
- Mom:
- Elizabeth:
- Mom:
- Elizabeth:
- Mom:
- Elizabeth:
She sights a Bird - she chuckles -
She flattens - then she crawls -
She runs without the look of feet -
Her eyes increase to Balls -
Her Jaws stir - twitching - hungry -
Her Teeth can hardly stand -
She leaps, but Robin leaped the first -
Ah, Pussy, of the Sand,
The Hopes so juicy ripening -
You almost bathed your Tongue -
When Bliss disclosed a hundred Toes -
And fled with every one
~ Emily Dickinson
About Me
I'm Andrea. I'm a dreamer, a writer, a former actor, currently work in Higher Education - Nova Southeastern University - as a training developer. Oh, and also, I am Meaghano's Aunt!! <3
This blog will tumble all over the place because, like you, I'm just put here to learn and discover.
Thanks for visiting!
Please feel free to contact me via email: aeoconnel @ gmail [dot] com
"Every blade of grass has its Angel that bends over it and whispers, 'Grow, grow.'” (The Talmud)
