Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake. – Henry David Thoreau

Don’t part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live. – Mark Twain

Power is of two kinds. One is obtained by the fear of punishment and the other by acts of love. Power based on love is a thousand times more effective and permanent then the one derived from fear of punishment. – Gandhi

There is no such thing as pain, just intense physical sensation – Fakir

In three words I can sum up everthing I’ve learned about life: It goes on. – Robert Frost

Courage is not the absence of fear but rather the judgement that something is more important than fear. – Ambrose Redmoon

Do not be too eager to deal out death in judgement. For even the very wise cannot see all ends.

All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.

I will not say, do not weep, for not all tears are an evil.

A single dream is more powerful than a thousand realities. – J.R.R. Tolkien

And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen
Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name

My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart concealing it will break.

Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none. – Shakespeare

I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing. – Agatha Christie

It’s been and end to an era. I’m finally coming to terms with it all.

I spent seven years chasing an image, a fantasy, one that I had fought for, for all too long. So much love was held in those years, but it was overshadowed by resentment, anger and fear. One cannot blame the other for the downfall that was bound to happen. You simply cannot hold into something that doesn’t exist. For years there has been unease, and negativity. There was neglect. There was heartbreak without the break. There was a rotting, churning pain that you could not ignore. Day in and day out, misery.

I loved, until I could love no more, with all my heart. There was a light inside me was dimming and I was becoming less of a person.
I ached for resolve. I wanted the innocence of it all, but it was mutilated and scarred, no matter how rose-colored my glasses may have been; I couldn’t deny it.

It’s time now for me to grow on my own, it’s a time for change. It’s time for me to better myself. I have been held back, feeling small and fragile, when in fact I am anything but. I will not let anyone, or anything stand in my way, ever again.

I am a force to be reckoned with.

I am the storm.

I’ve realized I have a very particular view when it comes to friendships. I build my friendships on a foundation of comfort, tenderness, compassion, understanding, and trust.
Though any interaction you have with another person could be considered a “relationship” of sorts, I treat my friendships as relationships, where they can be emotional and know that I would never judge them, that I would only ever welcome them, as they are, with open arms.
I can come off as intense with being someone’s friend. I will text them multiple times, try to keep intellectual conversations going, and see them as much as I can. A friend should challenge you, push you, bring out the best you in you. The interaction should be beneficial, and balanced. I relish in the times where we can curl up in pajamas and watch some stupid movie, knowing that we are going to have a blast just spending time together.
I simply want to know that I’m cared for, as I am caring, to feel like I matter, as they do.
I put time, dedication and passion into my relationships with people, it’s not that I demand the same, but to feel like an option, rather than a priority really crushes my spirit. It’s belittling.
Somehow, I manage it all, all 3,000 expressions I go through, but it’s how I am, and I just hope I can be accepted and loved as such.

It’s been twenty three years since my creation.

But what exactly am I… Am I a girl? A woman? A sister? A daughter? A lover? A girlfriend? A best friend? A soulmate? An artist? A theorist? A thinker? A writer? A sinner?

What I am is, simple.

I enjoy the simplicities in life. A hug from a loved one, a joke that goes over well, the sound of my cat snoring, the tingly feeling you get from a familiar song, and of course, an amazing cup of tea.
(These are a few of my favorite things ♫)

All I have to say is, I’m not sure where my path heads, but I’d like to tell you all about it. We’re going on an adventure and it will be the most magnificently beautiful experience called life.