Everyday i don't cry, i feel my heart grows a little stronger.
After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security,
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads on today,
Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans,
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure...
That you really are strong,
And you really do have worth.
And you learn and learn...
With every goodbye you learn.
~Veronica A. Shoffstall
After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security,
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads on today,
Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans,
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure...
That you really are strong,
And you really do have worth.
And you learn and learn...
With every goodbye you learn.
~Veronica A. Shoffstall

Date: April 29, 2008
Location: Louisville, Colorado
Camera: Canon EOS 350D/ Digital Rebel Xt
Lens: EF-S 18-55mm 1:3.5-5.6 IS
Editing: Lightroom and PSE6 on MacBook Pro
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- Location:Canada, Toronto
- Mood:
cold
A friend is someone who knows the song to your heart and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words.
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I was stuck in minor chords
I'd been here once before
With environmental ....
"All you can do is play along at life, and hope that sometimes you get it right."
-Dexter, Season 1
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hello! this is my first post here. i really love tattoos and meanings behind them. i have two tattoos. i got my first one back in april of this year. i had been planning it for years. and i just got my second one yesterday.
( here they are )
( here they are )

( Dear Mom, I’m writing to say how good it felt when we took the mushrooms. Our skin. The boy getting on the bus and the street lamp. It’s getting cooler. The life of the little boy. The life of the little boy. The going. The letters. It’s getting cooler. It’s a little bit better. We took the mushrooms and got on the crowded bus. I’m writing to say how everyone seemed. )








