Thursday, November 10, 2011. While she leaves the room smiling. Tuesday, September 06, 2011. Monday, August 29, 2011. For the wind is chilly. Is the one the sings the most beautiful song. In the far reaches of the abyss. The world is devoid of that mist. Of real pain and suffering and of.

Its not all flowers and meth. Tuesday, March 08, 2016. How did I get here? I cannot pinpoint exactly when we all stopped believing in the magic. It was like a gentle tumble, a misunderstanding at first, a joke when thought of alone at night. No matter what it is now, surely I will get my happy ever after. Surely, they will come.

Posted by Rabia under Musings. Posted by Rabia under Musings. I am thankful for the people who have been by my side, through thick and thin. Posted by Rabia under Musings.

Two Shots of Happy One Shot of Sad. Flow of random thoughts from a restless soul. Thursday, May 14, 2009. Okay folks going tonite for Umrah for a week. Monday, April 06, 2009. Driving fast in heavy rain, a moment came under the interchange when everything seemed to stop, like a pause button was clicked, a silence too short but too sweet, too bad it was a very small pause but it was worth yearning for more.

Pois bem, eu ganhei uma rosa! Meu pai me de deu uma rosa de presente no dia em que meu avô, pais dele, faleceu. Essa rosa representa o encerramento, sim, o lacrar da vida e da história. Ela é o resultado do perdão, ou o próprio perdão em si mesma. Minha rosa me faz pensar; ela, singela, me leva ao infinito de todas as coisas. Sim, pois que se todas as co.

The quick red fox jumps over the brown, lazy dog. The quick red fox jumps over the brown, lazy dog. The quick red fox jumps over the brown, lazy dog. 6 years, 2 months ago. 6 years, 2 months ago. 7 years, 8 months ago. Kick me, disappoint me, shatter my hopes, Marat, I will still always love you like a true Safinista. 8211; Bodo, King.

Happiness is a state of mind. Thursday, 23 July 2015. A certain episode lasting barely 10 seconds or so in February 2015 left me in a state. A state i had not been in years. It was awful, it was miserable, or to quote someone, I was depressive. The harsh truth is, I just found out 72 hours ago i suffer from a mix of PTSD and Stockholm Syndrome. 2 I am glad i was aware of my.