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[10 Jul 2006|03:55pm] Best Friends won't be Best Friends forever. Soul mates, however.. Never die. 1 broken wings|Carve my flesh

Thank you for sending this to me Serena <3 [16 May 2006|12:26pm] Your Mother is always with you. She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street, she's the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick and perfume that she wore, she's the cool hand on your brow when you're not feeling well, she's your breath in the air on a cold winter's day. She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow, she is Christmas morning. Your Mother lives inside your laughter. And she's crystallized in every tear drop. A mother shows every emotion, happiness, sadness, fear, jealousy, love, hate, anger, helplessness, excitement, joy, sorrow... and all the while, hoping and praying you will only know the good feelings in life. She's the place you came from, your first home, and she's the map you follow with every step you take. She's your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, not space...not even death. 1 broken wings|Carve my flesh

[07 Feb 2006|06:19pm] Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping, waiting, and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir, open its jaws, and howl. It speaks to us, guides us. Passion rules us all, and we obey, what other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments; the joy of love, the clarity of hatred, and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear, if we could live without passion maybe we would know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow -- empty rooms, shuddered and dank. Without passion, we'd be truly dead. 1 broken wings|Carve my flesh

another year gone.. [02 Jan 2006|03:54pm] Full of entertainment for the body and mind. Full of friends, jokes and memorable moments. Full of trashy weekends and teddy bear parades. Full of discovery. Full of music. Full of drama. Full of grief. Full of hope and loss.. And maybe love. Another year of getting older. Another year taking us further away from the innocence of our childhood. Another year of change. Now, to a year of taking responsibility, and working out priorities.. A year of starting to appreciate that the mental state of mind is more important than having a good time. This year is our year. I love you all :) xx. 8 broken wings|Carve my flesh

[02 Aug 2005|01:15pm] ( Lavender and Roses ) ( the journey (pic. heavy) ) 1 broken wings|Carve my flesh

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