My name is Sarah. I love rain and sunshine and the color pink. I love to write and would gladly sit down to write you a letter, or a story about a bee and a cricket in a boxing ring. While balloons make me extremely happy and I view flowers as little messengers, I also have an affinity for the unusual. I'm deeply fascinated by tornados, alligators, and criminals, among other things. Some of the sweetest moments of my life have been conversating with God while riding my bike. I don't believe in regrets, only learning. I find a very sweet taste in breathing in deeply. AND I believe and am completely comitted to a four-letter word. . . LOVE! This site is just all the things that I love or that inspire me or that are me or just make me giggle or laugh or feel empowered. It's basically just my online scrapbook/diary. It's my insides coming out in web format. :)
"Too many books?" I believe the phrase you’re looking for is "not enough bookshelves".
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Even if we’re married for 23 years,
I still want you to flirt with me.
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I only write when I am falling in love, or falling apart.
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Even now at 1:30 in the morning. I’m lying on the couch, wide awake, thinking of you. Of you and I, of the way we used to be. And despite fighting all day and you giving me no hope whatsoever, I still am desperately hoping for your key to turn in the lock at any minute now and for you to come walking through my door.
But I’m just a stupid girl. A hopeless romantic in love with a pragmatic. And you won’t come through that door tonight… at any hour… because, you stopped fighting for me about two months ago.
Life isn’t about a single moment of great triumph and attainment. It’s about the trials and errors that get you there – the blood, sweat, and tears – the small, inconsequential things you do every day. It all matters in the end – every step, every regret, every decision, and every affliction.
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Until we have seen someone’s darkness, we don’t really know who they are. Until we have forgiven someone’s darkness, we don’t really know what love is.
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I want nothing more than for you to be the person I come home to and get to fall asleep next to every night.
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There are some people who could hear you speak a thousand words, and still not understand you. And there are others who will understand — without you even speaking a word.
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