Sometimes we carry damage that is covered through facades like our jobs, our studies, and even our smiles. We present to the outside wholeness when inside we know we are breaking apart. 186 more words
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I actually didn’t realize that I could.
I really enjoyed it for quite a while – I mean, I seriously was the queen of scrapbooks and cork boards as a child/teen/young adult (and yessss, beyond…),(Like, a total whore for ephemera…) so it was like Nirvana for me – but had shut it down. 152 more words