Registered: 11/11/2009
Gender: Female
Birthday: 09/06
heart
The first time I died, I walked my ways;
I followed the file of limping days.
I held me tall, with my head flung up,
But I dared not look on the new moon's cup.
I dared not look on the sweet young rain,
And between my ribs was a gleaming pain.
The next time I died, they laid me deep.
They spoke worn words to hallow my sleep.
They tossed me petals, they wreathed me fern,
They weighted me down with a marble urn.
And I lie here warm, and I lie here dry,
And watch the worms slip by, slip by
DO NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE AND WEEP..
I AM NOT THERE. I DO NOT SLEEP.
never allow someone
to be your priority
while allowing yourself
to be their option.
Hate isn't the opposite of love.
Indifference is
the opposite of love
because if you hate,
you still care
He Gave Her 12 Roses,
11 Real And 1 Fake,
And Said:
I'll Love You
Till The Last Rose Dies
When I was 5 years old,
my mom always told me
that happiness was the key to life.
When I went to school, they asked me
what I wanted to be when I grew up.
I wrote down "happy."
They told me I didn't understand the assignment
and I told them they didn't understand life.
