|
moments in a million little pieces
about
entries
backtracks
|
|
|
wendy
ordinary. clumsy. sensitive. favourites
baking, books, carousels, cuddlies, cloudspotting, doodling, dresses, elephants, family & friends, food, gerberas, heart to hearts, helium balloons, hippos, honey, hot choco, jibbitz, lovelies, lunchboxes, oldies, paper, photographs, picnic, rachel bilson, scrapbook, snail mail, steamboats, tulips, vintage trinkets, writing, zoo
another exit
borrowed words;
|
Links
link
link
link
link
link
Articulate
Your tagboard here.
|
January 2007 April 2007 May 2007 June 2007 July 2007 August 2007 September 2007 October 2007 November 2007 December 2007 January 2008 February 2008 March 2008 April 2008 May 2008 June 2008 July 2008 August 2008 September 2008 October 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009 March 2009 April 2009 May 2009 June 2009 July 2009 August 2009 September 2009 October 2009 November 2009 December 2009 January 2010 February 2010 |
Saturday, December 19, 200911:08 PM
unwritten
As I grow older, I feel that I don't have to explain myself to others. People may misinterpret me, misunderstand me or just plainly don't like me. That's alright. We can never have the whole world loving us. I feel that as long as my conscience is clear. I don't have to do further explanations. Because at the end of the day, God knows. We love life, not because we are used to living but because we are used to loving. |
|
Img: Mintyapple.eljay
thank you.
|