I’ve got nails.
And I really have no clue how you nail-ed (what else do I call you?) people get any work done. I can barely type. I’ve got so much to say and just putting my fingers on the keyboard is giving me a heart attack- what if they chip, or break, or I damage the coat?
Dear god, that’s 1/4th of my salary down the drain…
Went to Nabila’s yesterday and got acrylics. My hands look awesome 😀
Ok I can’t type at all.
You nail-ed people are stupid.
Forever. The longest word in the English language..not a word in fact, but a sentence.
Remember how we threw it about?
H + M forever.
H + A forever.
Now H + S forever.
This time for real, if God is willing.
Can you grasp it? Grasp the concept of eternity, in this life at least?
Love, I’ve learned, doesn’t just happen. It’s not accidental, it’s not something you can’t prevent. Love is cultivated; it’s a decision you take, sometimes spontaneous, sometimes deliberate. You control its extent, and maybe, if you’re stronger than the average person, you can control its potency, but love is not all powerful. Love is not a god.
I chose to let myself fall in love with S. and now I realize it had little to do with him. It was all me, 100%. It happened because I kept taking a few steps forward; he helped, but I chose the course.
I think of things that could have been; even though it’s pointless now and I’ve realized that I’m one of those lucky few whose problems solve themselves. People choose their battles, and I just watch and let my battles rage on without my help.
Faded hearts sketched on old note books- makes me happy knowing how human one can be.