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this is when he receives the invitation to bella and edward's wedding...to me...i think its a low blow on bella's part...thts us messed up dude.
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And I've finally found that life goes on without you
And my world still turns when you're not around
I have got so much better over the past few months, and I thought it was going to take forever. It's just that when you are in the state of mind of being heartbroken, or whatever ("it's whatev!"), you seriously do not see the end. You don't ever see a time when your smile, your laughter, or your hope reaches a state of sincerity. And you dislike to believe that as time goes by... you'll heal. But I know this now, and I also know that there will be times when I won't.
I am only guessing that life is difficult to deal with and that my problems now will be nothing to me later if not minor. That's almost always the case, though--not old or old.
It's time to go and do it all over again. I'm ready this time.
Come and go now as you please...
Inspired by Bon Iver's 'Skinny Love'.
I tell my love to wreck it all
Cut out all the ropes and let me fall
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Right in this moment this order's tall
Usually, I love Valentine's Day. Usually. I usually love the flowers, the chocolates and how light and warm the air feels because it's filled with only love. Usually. This year is different. I really don't want Valentine's Day to come. And if it does I want it to end. Fast. I have a bad feeling. My stomach has that empty feeling. My chest feels hallow and my heart seems to have stopped beating. I think I know why but I'm too big a coward to tell anyone. There is a reason that Kevin Jonas is in the tags for this. Anyways, sorry if this wasted your time. I doubt anyone cares. -crawls into a corner and crys- Yah. I just totally had an "emo" (i hate that) moment.
New Year's Eve was a very, VERY fun night ... up until about 1:30AM. Once everyone had left, and Brian and I started cleaning up, we realized we hadn't seen Donovan in a while. We searched the house, and couldn't find him. We noticed that the door to the under-the-stairs closet was open. Whenever that door is open, the cats usually run in, so we called his name. He mewed, albeit faintly. We figured he got stuck in there, so we started pulling out the boxes, etc., we store in there. Every time we called his name, he'd cry back. We couldn't imagine where he'd get stuck, so I thought maybe he was some place else. While Brian continued to remove boxes, I called him from other areas of the house near the under-stairs closet. I could only hear him in that closet. We finally pulled out all the boxes and verified that there was no way he could have wedged himself under the stairs. Where, oh where, could he be?
We looked above our heads and saw a duct that leads out of the house, with a small housing around it. There was insulation around the duct, but we knew squishy stuff like that wouldn't stop a cat. Worse yet, he stopped responding when we called his name. We opened up the little areas on the ceiling that gave access to the duct work and electric and looked there. We were at a loss as to where he could be. As it was 3:30 AM, we thought, "If he got in someplace, he should be able to get out of it." We left all doors, panels, everything we could find open, and went to bed.
Neither of us slept well. I had horrible, terrible dreams about robbers breaking into our house and I couldn't outwit them. (I always seem to outwit the bad guys in my nightmares.) Everywhere I turned, I looked for little black ears. Brian didn't sleep well, either, and kept waking up. He finally woke up for good around 6:30, and continued to search for our precious Donovan. Before too long, our overnight guests awoke, and we had to be hosts -- but our hearts weren't in it. We couldn't imagine where he was -- and though we were hoping for the best -- feared the worst. All day long, we called out for Donovan, looked for him, tried to figure out if he'd crawled through duct work outside, walked around the neighborhood calling for him and looking for little black lumps on the side of the road ... and nothing. We were completely heartbroken, and beside ourselves with fear and guilt for not doing enough. (Should we be tearing the sheetrock off the walls, pulling open the duct work?) Many, many, many tears were shed. Simon (his brother) cried all day around the house, too. Even Phoebe (our older indoor/outdoor cat) stayed close to home and didn't go out for most of the day.
Finally, at about 10:15PM, Phoebe started hissing at the back door. When we looked outside, there was our precious Donovan! I scooped that boy up, and haven't put him down much since. We wept with joy for his return. (You didn't really think I'd post this story without a happy ending, do you? :-)
What we think must have happened: he probably escaped with one of our guests out the front door. The staircases in our house are right at the front door, and the one in which we heard his voice is right under the foundation of the house. Since concrete is very porous, he was probably standing at the front door, or by the foundation next to the steps of the front door, and so we could hear each other even though we were a full level apart from each other.
He's a naughty, naughty, naughty kitty -- he'd better never run away on us again!
Taken in 2011.
That was back when I honestly believed we'd be going on her every chance we got until we died ...
Seems I was Wrong.
Heartbroken: EVERY Monday night at Studio80 on the Rembrandtplein in Amsterdam! Party: Heartbroken Venue: Studio80 Coverage by: Waking up in Amsterdam!
A moments lack of concentration, my camera fell from my desk onto a soft carpeted floor but the lens is totally ruined, I am so depressed. Oh well I have had the rescue remedy and the geranium oil and the hot cup of tea, now to deal with our insurance, only I very much think our excess might be the cost of the lens, fingers crossed. sigh
I was heartbroken that the Dinosaur Park had been bought out by a developer...but thankfully there were still a few by the road
Heartbroken: EVERY Monday night at Studio80 on the Rembrandtplein in Amsterdam! Party: Heartbroken Venue: Studio80 Coverage by: Waking up in Amsterdam!
Well, if you're travelin' in the north country fair,
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline,
Remember me to one who lives there.
For, She once was a true love of mine.
Well, if you go when the snowflakes storm,
When the rivers freeze and summer ends,
Please see if she's wearing a coat so warm,
To keep her from the howlin' winds.
Please see for me if her hair hangs long,
If it rolls and flows all down her breast.
Please see for me if her hair hangs long,
That's the way I remember her best.
I'm a-wonderin' if she remembers me at all.
Many times I've often prayed
In the darkness of my night,
In the brightness of my day.
So if you're travelin' in the north country fair,
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline,
Remember me to one who lives there.
For, She once was a true love of mine.