The reality of the other person lies not in what he reveals to you, but what he cannot reveal to you. Therefore, if you would understand him, listen not to what he says, but rather to what he does not say.— Kahil Gibran
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Saturday, November 21, 2009
just couldnt resist
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Arent Pandas just adorable... <3
-keisha
female-ness
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
i love you, mgdebate! <3 nat
a barrage of female sentimentality
We are sleep deprived, over-caffeinated, and probably need therapy, but all these experiences have shaped who we are and formed that beautiful fabric of memories etched deeply across our hearts. Its going to get tougher, its going to get harder, but i really do believe that together, we can conquer it. It isn't just about winning, its winning as a team.
- keisha
Monday, November 9, 2009
Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark. In the hopeless swamps of the not quite, the not yet, and the not all, do not let the hero in your soul perish and leave only frustration for the life you deserved, but never have been able to reach. The world you desire can be won, it exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours.
— Ayn Rand
walls
Thursday, November 5, 2009
"Sometimes we build walls
around ourselves, not to
keep people out, but to see
who cares enough to break
them down..."
She chose to walk away
stared from the window close
the brightness played before her
hollow,bleak and cold.
She whispered to the bluebirds
that she might be lifted high
but they had left her rooted
unable to soar or fly.
She struggled through each laughter
lyrics of every song
For the music could no longer touch
those once familiar sounds of hope.
They said she knew no beauty
stayed sullen, dull and weak
disappeared in others footsteps
made darkness her one and only home
The breeze had blew her further
The trees concealed her tears
The rain erased her every breath
all that she held dear
Her lies they did despise
Her pain they did not know
But when awoke one autumn's day
they found, already, she had gone.
-Keisha.