āThe pain that you feel is only temporary. The growth that you experience will last foreverā
ā Nicole Addison
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@taylor-genova
āThe pain that you feel is only temporary. The growth that you experience will last foreverā
ā Nicole Addison
To the people that have never experienced a true loss of someone close to them, itās hard to understand the pain. But for someone who has, I wouldnāt wish it on anyone. šš
Dear Mama,
If I had known the last words I said to you, would be the last, I would have spoke a little longer. If I had known the last embrace I had in your arms would be the last, I would have held on for hours. If i had known the last time i would hear you say āi love you with all me heartā was the last, I would have recorded it. If I had known that I would lie awake at night missing you due to someone elseās evil heart, I would have shielded you somehow. But instead I lie awake some nights and you run through my mind. All the regrets and things I wish I could have done plague me even though I know they shouldnāt. I donāt try to let the fact that you have been taken from me run my life but there are some days/nights that I just canāt help it. I miss and love you so much Judi Deavers and I hope and pray we get answers one day. šš©µ
Love,
Your Daughter
Are you out there? I keep having these dreams, that instead of my mom being dead, sheās still alive and has been hiding from me. I know itās my brains way of coping as we still havenāt found her, but itās torture. To see her face, tears running down and everyone else that knows me or thatās around knowing the whole time that she was alive. Like itās a sick joke. But sheās mad at me, and as much as I beg and try to figure out why she left me, she never responds. Never lets me in. I just stand there screaming at her hoping she can hear me but thereās nothing. Just tears. Just silence. Just pain.
To me, this is an outlet, somewhere I can go and let my thoughts run free. Itās a safe place, somewhere to allow the emotions I have shoved inside a box ,deep down inside of me, come flowing out and bring me peace. Not everyone will understand my writing; and I donāt expect them too, but it makes me feel better so itās what Iāll continue to do.
The Audacity
People. People have the mind set now-a-days that they can just assume whatever they want by how someone looks. For example, seeing that someone is younger than you doesn't mean they havent experienced grief. It doesnt mean that they havent felt pain. If we are not to judge people, then why is it in our natural instincts to do so? Words hurt, even if they arent meant in the way they seem, you never know what someone is feeling, what someone is going thru, or have been thru.
Lost. Lost in the abyss of life.
Where is the surface?
Where is the light?
Help please.
Help me fight.
The news shows stories
Tells people about bodies found.
But none of them have lead to you.
You have not been found.
I wish I knew why.
I wish I knew where you were put.
I wish I knew what he did to you and with you.
There has to be an answer.
There has to be a clue.
Thereās someone who knew.
So I watch and wait.
Hoping and praying for an end.
Hoping that someone comes across you.
I love you mama and I will find you.
Everyone always says that they hate rain. That is ruins their day, but itās the most beautiful thing to me. āļøš§ļøāļøš§
I wish I could put all my feelings down onto paper and they all disappear from my heart.
I wish that the memory/trauma would quit tearing me apart.
I hide it well but on the inside Iām screaming.
And my reality is almost always as if I am dreaming.
This nightmare I live where you have been taken has me stopping to think if I was mistaken.
I keep trying to wake up and see that itās not real.
But itās not possible, and itās something that has to be concealed.
If I speak about her, Iām told to move on.
But I canāt do that knowing that sheās actually gone.
Iāll always love her & keep her close.
And Iāll never give up on finding her till her killer is exposed.
Iām sitting and waiting.
Praying and waiting.
Hoping and waiting
But for what?
An answer?
For closure?
For an end?
My life will never be the same.
No matter what happens.
But I do want this to end.
I want to know what happened.
So I sit and wait.
I pray and I wait.
& I hope and I wait.
Just a question
I woke up with a question on my mind this morning. One that I dont think I will ever have an answer to, but why is it that people find it necessary to tell me toĀ āGet over itā and it meaning my mother being missing. Its not something that just goes away, or that you can get over. My life will forever be impacted by this and even if I had closure, I will neverĀ āGet over itā. I live my life to the best of my ability considering the circumstances. I have my ups and downs, but who wouldnt? So for someone to tell me that I should be over it and get on with my life is a slap in the face. Unless people have ever been thru what im going thru, I dont feel as if anyone has the right to tell me how to deal with it.Ā
A Killers Secret
Sitting in the dark shadow of your sin
not knowing if you will ever give in.
Needing answers and peace
but you have kept them out of reach.
Just give in we pray,
hoping that one day you will pay.
Your soul is as dark as night
knowing that you took a life without a fight.
Holding on to a secret that we hope one day you will tell,
but living life as if one day you wont be in hell.
Judgement day will come one way or another
and when that day comes we will finally have justice for my mother.
Judith Hyder hasnāt been seen since 2015, but work hasnāt stopped to find her.
At this point, I dont know that we will ever have answers, but please take the time to read if you can.
Unknown
Can I just say, that no one cares about anyone elseās problems? I mean who are we kidding here....no one wants to hear about how your day is actually going. If I told you how many times I have lied about how my day was going it would be an astronomical number at this point. I just sent a message to Fox News to try and get a story for my mom put out and its sad that I have to even do that at this point. But the reality of it is, we will probably never know what happened to my mom. There will never be peace in my heart regardless because whoever took her from me has been running around living life as if he hadnt taken one. There are days that I miss her so bad that I cannot stand it. The cycle of grief has become the new normal for me and my family and no one, absolutely no one, should ever have to feel this pain, anger, sadness, and pure agony of loosing someone you love and not having any answers as to when, how, where or the main question WHO is the worst part.Ā
Do I want a pity party? No, not at all. I only come on here and write to get my thoughts and irritations out about this. No one reads it regardless anyway, but to know that someone out there knows what happened to my mother, well if im being honest it keeps me up some nights. I just ask that you be sympathetic to situations you dont know about or have not been thru yourself.
Walking, slowly
Baby steps, thats what I have been taking lately. There are days where I still feel as if I dont belong in this city, job, or even life that I have been handed. In the time since I last posted there have been alot of moments and experiences that have altered my everyday thinking or feelings. Of course, that is with everyones life but for me, these were a little more significant. Having thoughts that this world would be better off without you in it, that is not a thought or feeling that is pleasant for one, but also that no one should ever have to live with. I have PTSD you see, and well it is an ongoing battle everyday. If you have read any of my other posts on here you will have noticed that my mother has been missing for almost 6 years now which in this lifetime will forever be a obstacle that I face everyday. Even if they were to find her someday, I will always carry the weight and pain that comes with it. As far as the thoughts I have had, I knew that I didnt want to leave this earth, so I took charge and took control. People have their own opinions about everything but for me when it comes to doctors and therapy, I believe if you have the correct providers it is more than rewarding in the end. I am much much better now that I have gotten a medication that works for me so if I were to give any advice for situations like this, it is not shameful in anyway to seek help. As far as fitting in, that is something that I have to work on with myself. Coming from a small town with not alot of traffic or people, and coming to this place where everyone lives luxuriously and well-off is intimidating. My car is not good enough in this town, my style, my accent, and just everything about me seems to be beneath everyone here. Even though this may not be true, there are moments where it seems as if this is the absolute truth. When I moved here It was the best decision I could have made considering I came here to live with the love of my life, but all the change at one time from moving, and getting a new job as well as being in new towns was alot on my heart. I left where I grew up with my mama and all the memories from my childhood. Not to mention, I left my dad and the rest of my family behind to start my own journey and although it is mature and time for this, it was the scariest thing I have ever done.
Always,
Taylor <3