January 2011
17 posts
Margaret
I live with so much guilt.It eats me alive.Thankyou for being the mother I never had.I adore you.You made me who I am today.You make the best 2 minute noodles and the freshest bread.I think of you almost every single day.I love you more than you could ever know.I have spent more nights crying over you than anyone else in the world.I don’t know why it’s so hard for me to pick up the...
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Be Patient
1 tag
Secrets
Paint
Attitude
Post Secrets
Cruelty
Not Giving Up
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Where I'd Rather Be
Scrapbook
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Scared
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Black and White Polka Dots
Beauties
Regret Nothing
Anne Frank.
Think.
Newspaper
“That abominable and sensual act called reading the newspaper, thanks to which all the misfortunes and cataclysms in the universe over the last twenty-four hours, the battles which cost the lives of fifty thousand men, the murders, the strikes, the bankruptcies, the fires, the poisonings, the suicides, the divorces, the cruel emotions of statesmen and actors, are transformed for us, who...