Dear Me - Blog Posts

Dear Me,   You are much stronger than you think you are. You have your whole life in front of yourself. The number on the scale isn’t a life determiner. That bottle on the counter isn’t something to reach for. Remember what you have. When it’s three in the morning and you can’t close your eyes look to your left at the beautiful brunette boy next to you. He’s been kinder to you than you’ve been to yourself. You have all of the love you need, you are important to more than the deadline you have to make.     Don’t regret what you’ve done. Look back on your years and smile. Just smile. Because you made it this far, you’ve had bad days but you’ve had more good ones. Don’t think of what you have to accomplish. Go out and do you. Because you are you. And at the end of the day, that’s all that matters.

With Love

“About every individual’s soul there is an unspoken loneliness, you might try and deny it, but it is the very intrinsic nature of the fabric of consciousness. And this void is the one we try and fill with despaired illusions of love and the pretension of not acknowledging it.”

I have come to a conclusion, after mulling it over for a while, that happiness has been been cast off and melancholy embraced perhaps not because of the evil and dark being more beckoning, nor is it because of the naivety associated with joy, though perhaps this might be one, for effervescence is so often confused with gladness that it is no surprise that it is seen to be foolish, but because it has become now that stillness and silence are symbolic of melancholy, while happiness is characterised by permanent high-spirits. Contemplation and reflection are few things that bring inner tranquility, for many it is the source of peace. Thus for some any absence of continuous childlike behaviour becomes sadness and for the others any presence of natural laughter and to not always be lost in a maze of cluttered thoughts becomes immaturity. I’m somehow both of these people.

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Perfect IS A

Lie I toLD you

tO Keep yoUR ScreaMing

downdown,

KEEP KEEP

quIET SO the

neighbors

DONt

HEAR

{No more lost pages}

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: Maeve Sawyer Scott Ripley :

(Empty)

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Youll hurt Me

When You Turn

off the

radio.

I suffur in silence !

~

: Maeve Sawyer Scott Ripley :

(are you with me?)

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Leather candids,

Lustful "can-do"s

Lilacs and blues

Somber, shallow hues

~

: Maeve Sawyer Scott Ripley :

(did you miss me?)