Oh, my dreams. I despise being psychically connected to someone…to feel what is going on without really knowing, errr…seeing it in front of me. It’s a seriously scary thing and sometimes I have to decide to cut the cord in… Continue Reading →
My original ramblings at this time were an amalgamation of spit and blood and muddied heart songs. I am choosing to flip it around and focus on the positive, what I do possess. My head is hurting me and it… Continue Reading →
I feel like I am in a constant state of flux and movement…with so much going on, floating by and becoming more real, it’s easy for me to get distracted with the whats I think I don’t have and/or should…I… Continue Reading →
In efforts not to continuously repeat my same mistakes, I am trying to do things a little differently. This has led me to the path and understanding that where I am is a direct reflection of me…my experiences and how… Continue Reading →
Girl, You did it again. I swear it would be fantastically amazing and unique to have the ends justify the means. One day, right? ha! I went up to Canada…fell in love, and now I am back, smashed to the… Continue Reading →
implanted by hormonal imbalances… I feel the need to shut the hell up, but scream at the heavens. I want so much right now, and though itissoclose, I am also afraid. Afraidofsuccess or maybe even afraidofsomething stronger. I am trying… Continue Reading →
I’ve realized that since last July things have been a lot more freeing…though not exactly entirely comfortable. I just finally unpacked and painted my room…I have been in a constant state of flux, moving and shaking around, spending little time… Continue Reading →
Ok so I cursed god (and no, I am not prone to fairy tale pandering) last summer when he failed to deliver a fantastic end to what started out to be a lovely summer. I guess the rain started heavily… Continue Reading →
I find myself randomly inspired. Not that I am inspired to do nothing, but sometimes the fire flickers for a while, my eye fixated at some sparkly thing my hand heart or mouth wants to touch. Sitting on Monday mornings… Continue Reading →
Running around naked and spewing random thoughts at walls–oops. Shut your mouth, girl. Release the pen. It’s funny that I seem to go through phases where I want to just purge all that sits in my head, and other days… Continue Reading →
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