Dear Diary, today will be different. Today I will smile. It will be genuine. Because today is the day that I get to live again. This life will be good and beautiful. But not without heartbreak. In death comes peace. But pain is the cost of living. Like love, it’s how we know we’re alive. And life goes on. After med school, I came home to Mystic Falls. It felt right. It’s where I wanted to grow old, and… I did. And that’s my life. Weird, messy, complicated, sad, wonderful,... – Elena Gilbert…

Pain is the cost of living, like love it's how we know we're alive. It lives in everything we hold dear. That's the promise of peace. That one day, after a long life, we find each other again.

My Side of the Story – Linda -        Shocked…that’s what I am right now.  Completely and utterly shocked.  My marriage was great before this new woman came along.  I thought our marriage would be the one that lasted.  That is until he met her.  Don’t women care if men are married or not? And now he can’t even think straight.  He is consumed with her.

sept 22 dear diary day ( i was out of town, in san francisco & san jose & got behind)

List the things that make me happy, can add pictures and embellishments

Don’t worry, be happy (14 photos)

I keep a "Game Journal" as my daughter calls it where I write down notes about my games but also keeps all sorts of lists, lines of poetry, what went well today, and stuff like "Things That Make Me Happy.

Finally a place to put all those thoughts you can't say out loud.This little black  book has a soft flexible buckrum cover (buckrum is a strong acrylic covered

Things I Can't say Out Loud Notebook

Things I Can't say Out Loud Notebook Finally a place to put all those thoughts you can't say out loud.This little black& book has a soft flexible buckrum cover (buckrum is a strong acrylic covered

Princess Annie❤

Princess Annie❤

Meri zindagi ka haal... Sab bekhabar hai.. Anjaane log khabar puchtei hai...

Meri zindagi ka haal... Sab bekhabar hai.. Anjaane log khabar puchtei hai...

'my mother taught me to forgive, all the things and people i wanted to burn, for she knew the fire i might start, would only end up destorying me if i didnt learn' // poetry at unexpected places pt. 13 by Noor Unnahar https://www.instagram.com/noor_unnahar/  // poem, words, quotes, hipsters tumblr aesthetics lit literature, college students ideas inspiration, instagram creative photography beige, artists, writers of color //

'my mother taught me to forgive, all the things and people i wanted to burn, for she knew the fire i might start, would only end up destorying me if i didnt learn' // poetry at unexpected places pt. 13 by Noor Unnahar

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