Silver Lining

The tears that dried on her already pale face is not for the love she still harbors nor the pain she thought would always be past bearing.
Her tears, surprisingly conjured of flame, of hatred, of numbness, of misery she couldn't escape.
And of lucid dreams and fairy tales, she longed like a wild child no more.
She walked bare foot in the dark only to turn light on to an image she does not recognize, an image that scared her, an image she prayed would stop staring back at her.
Her prayers were far answered. She choked of pleas unheard. Her reasons outnumbered, by the lies that almost tore her.
A whispered voice echoed in her head,
“No, your story will not end in the desperation it started with. My love, remain a student of life, a believer in endless wonderful beginnings. You will walk with faith in your shoulders again. With the braveness that broken love taught you and the real one that made it all worth going against.”
This wide-eyed girl will cry more tears through and through the deafening silence of her darker days and nights.
Pray, one day soon, she'll awoke much like her old self again.

Will you choose to put your faith and trust in who Jesus is, and what he has done?

God, I know that I am a sinner. And I rightly deserve all of its consequences. But because of your love for me, you sacrificed your son, Jesus, to save me from my sin. Thank you for this. Today I place my trust in Jesus as my Lord and Savior. Please cause me to be able to live out this prayer. Amen.

here and still

Lord you are King
Over the flood
I will be still
And know you are God.


You shake what can be shaken for the unshakable to remain.

15 years of familiarity






Mariane, although you tripled your skinny ass after having Thirdy, you still stooge quite the same and never fail to give us good fart-worthy-laughs. But honey, I'd really want to see you not looking halfway from labor pains! Haha! You still are one of the prettiest I know.



Liza, I'm in awe with how you wangle to stay in that so-grade10-shape! Seriously, drugs is never good for anyone! You're becoming more and more beautiful as you mature.



Yuyu, baby you are sooo sexy. I love how you strut that sexy Hard Rock Cafe shirt showing off the tatt. It's your birthday! And I'm very content to see a genuine smile on that pretty face.



I love you girls.

You will forever be the best clique!

Kisses :*

Matilda Elise

Every day is a day closer to meeting you.


The road to redemption




She woke next to pile of pillows and a blanket that knows her every goodnight and drunken sleep. 
She settles a half opened eye at the time, and realizes it's still dark outside, that she could still force her eyes to close.
But no, the time on her phone blurred her still tired eyes, again, with tears for the pain she sorely feels. 
She brushes off the poignant memory of an illusion she willingly believed for months and months.
It's going to be a good day, she chants in silence. It's a good day to start forgiving and living again. 
She knows it's a long shot to redemption. But it's a road she is most willing to take. 

Christopher Cross

I can almost feel Christmas. It does not feel as festive now as it was growing up but it still gives a nostalgic hint of how it was to truly be happy. I will be happy. Everyday is a good day to start being happy. 





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“Memories are what warm you up from the inside. But they're also what tear you apart.” 
― Haruki MurakamiKafka on the Shore

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