A rare treat before the start of the workday. Which can be the hardest thing to do, sometimes, but also the most necessary. Be a friend to yourself.

I kept seeing you at times. You treat me like a stranger. I hope you forgive me. I would honestly rather blame myself, really. And I hope you know that I did it for you. I broke my heart for you. Why am I even asking really? I hope you understood that I never became Angelique! Sure, I.

Writing as a way of life. Fund-raising campaigns, or ads,. On the contrary, I am happy. Let me tell you why. Writing As a Way of Life. Tap on any image to enlarge it! Do you like these covers? Which is your favorite? Join 17,679 other followers.

One of the dumbest questions ever. If somebody said they felt like going to the kitchen, getting a butcher knife and planting it squarely in my forehead, I would of course ask why. Maybe I could talk them out of it, or distract them long enough to get my gun. Oh, who am I kidding? 8217; and run like a bitch.

Pen and paper are the bread and butter of my soul. I hold you, my beautiful butterfly,. In the cocoon of my arms. The wings of freedom dance. In your irises, as moonlight. Reflects off the lenses of your soul. Your touch, so gentle,. Flutters across my flesh,. And I know that you set me free. Sweat slithers slowly down your spine. Snake my hands around your waist,. Deeper and deeper I go with you.