You reach a certain age where you learn how to walk through a crowded party without stepping on anyone's feet. You reach a certain age where you learn how to wear the skin you've been given. You reach a certain age where you can look at your relationships to other people completely objectively. Apparently.
Monday, July 25, 2011
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You reach a certain age when you can look back and say thank you for the time we spent. Memories will never fade away from the heart.
Thank you, for making me feel less alone when I was growing through puberty.
I'll step on toes if I want to. The skin I'm in wasn't given to me, I own it and wear it well. Apparently, we've reached a certain age. Realization. Me.
You also reach an age where you learn to stop, take a look around and SEEK the beauty in everything around you...
and one day, when you reach that certain age, you realize you are never too old for love to break your heart. still.
You reach a certain age when you realize, perhaps the world does revolve around you- your world at least.
The word Apparently was so strong. very profound. I really love how you write. You inspire me
How often I think about this.
...and when you reach that certain age, you realize this is nonsense.
No it's not.
It is love.
It is magick.
Harry potter still lives in our hearts. If you don't believe than stay in the corner, don't dance.
It will not stop me from believing.
I might grab your hand, to show you otherwise. ;-) au revoir monsieur
You reach a certain age, when you realize that someone is always there for you. Only for fate to take them away.
Still, you keep waiting. Hoping, that one day you'll wake up and it'll all be alright.
Hmm....I am wondering when I will reach that age :)
you reach a certain age, where you manage to figure out what you want. though it seems unclear but at least you have the littlest clue to guide.
thank you for making me fall in love for you countless time. this is for you.
Sadly, your view of our relationship has been so tragically miscolored and lacking in objectivity that you no longer recognize either of us. Do you even recognize that I've left? I have, wearing the skin I've been comfortable in for quite some time now.
Beautiful photography, as always. And as Cher said:
"If grass can grow through cement, love can find you at every time in your life."
Your life is your own, and whether you do step one someone's feet or you don't who cares, they're having fun at the party
It seems as if that certain age comes and goes. And you're only as good as how you are perceived. I may not be perfect, I may not be who you hoped I would become, but I am happy and that's saying something.
Wonderful sentiment, CoYH.
I keep thinking that age is now but it never is.
One thing that's sure...it's felt when I step on toes despite them having fun at the party. Me.
We all reach a certain age when we learn how to wear the skin we're in. At times I believe you forget what age you really are. Life isn't always a party. Me.
Warning my webs sticky.
I love you I want you
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