November 26, 2009
ak47: rubendomfer: heleenmelon: (via kellilovesyou) thanksgiving! i”m thankful for this :]

ak47:

rubendomfer:

heleenmelon:

(via kellilovesyou)

thanksgiving! i”m thankful for this :]

November 24, 2009
kari-shma: via: mmmmmm…one day :)

kari-shma:

via:

mmmmmm…one day :)

do-nothing: kiyo: classics: califra:t0mriddle: galvatron: the more you didnt want to know my heart just broke. …HOMG.

do-nothing:

kiyo:

classics:

califra:t0mriddle:

galvatron:

the more you didnt want to know

my heart just broke.

…HOMG.

Shar’s request.

A Story Never Ends..

“I felt the very same calm as Hemingway inscribed within such lines. Beauty foretold, expressed in the present.”
- MF

There comes a point when a story no longer becomes one that is told within infinite succession, there comes a time when the very last punctuation is scripted, ever so finely, a writer overwhelmed with nostalgia and closure only fathomed within the depths of his complex imagination. To raise his hand in objection only belies the inevitable, for he knows that just because one story ends, as long as the paper trail is seen that beyond the span of history, a new story is told. Moistened by the very ink that lay still, the pen begins to sway, tracing the very thought that wields the source of the story, one word spoken, another word follows instinctively, for he has written this time not of a story anew, but a new world.

To You: That very scent lingered as you turn your face to reality, only to wonder when it is that we may find ourselves surrounded within our company. I write in this book, to speak to God that I am thankful, to know that despite an end to one story, he has given me another. You have reminded me how it is like once again, to see the bright facets at one time lay within my pocket, within my hands, it spoke of endless brilliance. For a time, I held my breath hoping that maybe, I may slow the very hands that walk the ages, anchored to ourselves, in hopeful effort to see that I may stand on this world, infinite beyond sight, but holding on to a facet that many have sought for. A love like no other.

Excerpt from the Literature of My Life.

“ wish.
“

It comes in, you think about it, you do it just right, it can make you and the other person feel so good.

Try LISTENING for once.
MF

The kids' breakfast...

The kids' breakfast...

...and here's mine :]

...and here's mine :]

Up in the am.

November 23, 2009
“ Just when you thought things couldn’t get better…it leaves you smiling bigger than before.
MF
November 19, 2009

Knot

Front yard steps.

Decisions, decisions, decisions. Often so do we find ourselves in dire situations to make a decision; what to eat breakfast, what outfit to wear in the morning, to have a cigarette before an exam that will determine whether or not you complete the long semester’s course. Most of our lives do we spend countless hours in contemplation, only to come up with the solution to life’s next question. Just when you thought that answering question number 234,476,789 in your life thus far was ridiculously absurd, more comes knocking on your doorstep, looking up at you with captivating yet deceiving eyes, knowing that in any second that question can determine where you will stand, within a home, or within concrete floors enclosed by bars and guilt. Despite closing your door, you cannot withstand the curiosity that lingers through the very point of thought that enticed you to conjure yet another decision. Life would be almost too easy.

I find that I walk along a trail, paved in knots, like the many things that surround my well being, to think that even Spiderman had his days when he found himself tangled in a web of responsibility; even then one gets overwhelmed. I have come to think that I face decisions that must be made, but how can I move forward when I’m trapped within a knot, no matter which way I go, I get enclosed within belts of dismay, burned by the tension, hurt by the outcome. Either way I crawl out, I potentially leave the knot, a burden to another vulnerable being.

But let’s not be so quick to worry, these knots are what keeps life’s loose ends together. We fall in them not so much to be entrapped indefinitely (although at times it may seem quite the situation), however they remind us that we are not people possessing this thing called perfection, however we are adaptable, and therefore commended. So don’t worry, even stumbling, can be a good thing, you may scrape your knee, scratched here and there, finding yourself planted on the ground but at least you dodged that bullet coming straight at you.