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When someone tells you to find the love of your life and there will be no need for an ex.

I have been with the love of my life and it was glorious, once the over in lover had taken hold I yearned for the summer, there I created a new forever. Once that had end I went on to meet another love of my life whom was as brilliant and my love just as true as the last. To me I feel there is room in my heart to love more than one and to love often. I am not looking for ever after or everlasting. I merely wish to chase love around and upon the times I may grasp it I wish not to tie it to my finger I simply wish to revolve around it wherever it is for as long as one shall allow it. Love is only happiness if you believe it will last forever and each love to me is Happiness.

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2 years. ♡

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Mom has been seeing things. Dead loved ones, children that arent there, she has imaginary friends, she is having halucinations and delusions and for the past 2 weeks its been getting worse. She would leave in the night and wander, dad found her outside at 3am standing by the car thinking they were going somewhere, she locked herself in a closet and knocked huge boxes over on herself that had her pinned, dad cant sleep cuz she keeps doing this stuff all day and all night. Last night in a fit she thought "the children" were going to set the house on fire and then she attacked my dad, she didnt know who he was. He was already so weak. He has been throwing up for hours and was extremely dizzy. Full Vertigo. When she attacked him he had no strength to fight back so he bit her to try and snap her out if it. Nothing was working and called me at 10pm voice shaking like I've never heard in my life. He collapsed before I got there and when I came in she was cowering in a corner screaming and he was at the table with tears in his eyes saying hes sorry he hurt her and he cant breathe. I took him to the hospital. Right noe he is dying from heart failure.. I was with him for 5 hours. I left mom in the care of my boyfriend and finally when dad was getting some rest I returned to the apartment and when I arrived mom was face down on the floor muttering, screaming and crying.

I got her up and took her to bed but she cant sleep for any amount of time and sleep walks and bas delusions then lays back down for 20 minutes and the cycle resets. So she got back up, came to me said she was In so much pain and that she was going to die. She then had a seizure and fainted in my arms.

I rushed her to the same hospital I had just left my dad at.

She could barely move when we got her there. She didnt know where she was, her birthdate she was incoherent.

They transferred them both to the larger hospitals in the medical district and admitted her to the psychiatric ward. Dad is under surveliance in the cardiovascular clinic.

I have yet to sleep...

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"Courage the Cowardly Dog- I've always loved this show. I revisited an episode I had not seen in years, but last night it made me cry. It was that beautiful. And I could appreciate it in a way that I could not before. The episode is called Profiles in Courage- I hope you might watch it yourself. But in this episode, the villain is an old, tormented artist who attempts to bring life to his silhouette drawings by getting them to assume the lives of Eustace and Muriel. The magic drawings "suck" out their souls and try to mimic their behaviors. The silhouettes struggle; they are incapable of assuming the full lives of human beings because they are paper thin. Courage successfully resolves this and saves the actual Eustace and Muriel by proving to the paper copies that they are quite content being what they already are, not what the artist wants them to be. They return the couple back to normal and let Courage play with them in a way that maximizes their utility. When the tortured artist discovers this, he has a change of heart and is happy that his living artworks are happy as they are- not truly human, but alive in their own right. I think the point is already very apparent, especially if you watch it. But it seems to me that John Dilworth and the writers cleverly found a way to talk about their own struggles with the creative process and the quest for finding peace with one's nature. Just beautiful." Rob Wilson

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Trusting you with this positive of myself, Hoping you don't find the negative, Because my image was underdeveloped, And I tried to fix it by exposing my feelings, For too long, That didn't work very well, I'll start over, A new frame of mind, But still the same subject, Not sure if I should even expose this one at all, For the first time, I'm actually worried, I wasn't looking to be captured, But I began to shutter with desire.

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It’s so incredibly rare when I see a photo that makes me really feel something. This image however brought me to tears. It’s so incredibly powerful and let me tell you why. That hand… that hand you can tell has felt that way and made that gesture for decades. A hand that was working when there was no peace, that was fighting for the same American dream back in a time that peace was an anthem only to the dreamers in a war struck world. That hand believes in a future now just as they did then. That hand is my hand, it’s your hand representing my peace, your peace, then, now and tomorrow. A future to believe in. - @parenthesisx

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“Letting me go was the biggest mistake you ever made, and the best thing you ever did for me."- Dana Graham

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I’m a silly girl.

I’m a paradox. I want to be happy, but I think of things that make me sad. I’m lazy, yet I’m ambitious. I don’t like myself, but I also love who I am. I say I don’t care, but I really do. I crave attention, but reject it when it comes my way. I’m a conflicted contradiction. If I can’t figure myself out, there’s no way anyone else has.