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I choked and I gasped a bit, And then I found you,</div>
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And where are we going now, In a world, A world half broken?</div>
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Emmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05060514686745917782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955992404860935298.post-7092003109498973342012-09-11T05:46:00.001-07:002012-09-11T05:46:14.071-07:00Grow up.<div style="text-align: center;">
Sometimes it seems people do not grow up. Not in the fact that they don't grow older and mature, but in a way which causes them to react to a situation in the same way a child does. In so many ways, you learn so much about a person, just in how they handle situations. Whether it be because they don't get their own way, they are taken off guard, or simply just stressed out. In the past few weeks I have seen people who I looked up too, or have been close too, feel the pressure and crack! Blaming everyone one around them for Thier mistakes, taking things way out of preportion, and become these horrible people who I cannot stand to be around. It's not okay to treat people like they are nobody, it's not okay to take your struggles out on somebody else, and it is absolutely not okay to make excuses for it! I don't want apoligies, I don't want excuses. Grow up and treat people with respect, if you can't, then please stay out of my life. Take off that mask, and that fake smile of yours, it might hide you for a little bit, but your true colours will come out sooner or later. Man up and take responsibility.</div>
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Emmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05060514686745917782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955992404860935298.post-39512073849927746172012-05-04T05:25:00.004-07:002012-05-04T05:25:48.003-07:00one day at a time.<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">What do i think? What do i feel? Too be honest, i don't have a clue. I'm being asked these questions a million times over, and simply have nothing to say. Nothing. My life is flying by me so fast, and all i want is for it to slow right down to a pace that i can keep up with. I'm not saying I'm not happy with my life, I'm incredibly happy with where my life is and where it's going, I just wish that it would slow down a little bit. I want to enjoy where I'm at right now, and make the most of every single day. I couldn't be happier. I just enjoy time to myself where i can sit in my room, drink tea, and ponder my thoughts. Let my fingers overtake the keyboard and type away my thoughts. I think i just need more 'me' time, So i can take everything in, take a deep breath, and keep going. Because life was meant to be enjoyed, <b>one.day.at.a.time.</b></span></i>Emmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05060514686745917782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955992404860935298.post-37708623582888772672012-04-08T06:11:00.000-07:002012-04-08T06:11:50.220-07:00Never.look.back.<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Genesis 19.26. </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><i>"But his wife looked back from behind him and she became a pillar of salt"</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> I've outgrown the past, I'm no longer the person I used to be back then. I've outgrown the people who we're once a significant part of my life, and they have only made up a small part of this massive journey called life.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">All the hurt, the disappointment and the tears have made me the person I am today, and even though I may not be perfect, I am stronger because of it. I can look back, and say 'I'm better then that ' and happily leave it behind and never look back.</span></div>Emmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05060514686745917782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955992404860935298.post-41770215914550306822012-03-27T02:57:00.000-07:002012-05-13T00:28:31.473-07:00Happy Happy Happy!<div style="text-align: center;">
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</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>This is not the life that i want. I don't want to be too busy, to the point where i have no time for the important things. I want to sit and enjoy the sunshine while its around, I want to explore op-shops and find treasures, I want to sit in my room and turn up the worship music and sing at the top of my voice. I want to laugh until I'm in tears, I want to go see a band i've never heard of and love every minute of it. I want to dance until I simply can't move anymore. I want to stay up all night, and sleep all day. I want to eat ice-cream and build a sand castle. I just want Simple. I want to read Alice and Wonderland a million times over. I want to see my best friend more. I want to drink tea. I want to take a million photos and cover my walls in memories. I want time to read the bible. I want to spend quality time with the people i love. These are the things that make me happy. These are the things that make me who i am. I don't want busy, I don't want serious, and i certainly don't want complicated. I need simple. </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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Emmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05060514686745917782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955992404860935298.post-14336645554732000212012-03-04T03:15:00.000-08:002012-03-04T03:15:29.555-08:00Cocoon.<div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Hold me close. Wrapped in arms. Like a butterfly. In a cocoon. Like a butterfly. In a cocoon. </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Fragile as i am. You must be careful. Gentle are these wings. They've just been born</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
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</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Kiss me now. For the first time</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">And say to me. That you are mine</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><i>I'm your butterfly</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><i>Your my cocoon.</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">Cocoon- The Ember Days.</span></i></b></div>Emmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05060514686745917782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955992404860935298.post-65257253238404625442012-02-26T04:50:00.000-08:002012-02-26T04:50:38.273-08:00FearI find myself in tears over the pure frustration that I cannot break down the walls surrounding my heart. I feel as though if I do, everything will fall to pieces, and I won't be able to put them together again. But at the same time I know I have enough trust and faith to be able to let everything go, and open myself up to life. Pressure is the one thing that locks me up, so tight, but The thing is, I have the key, ready and waiting to unlock me, all I have to do is let go.<div><br /></div><div>I realize now is the time to let go, to stop closing myself up, to dry my tears and use all of my courage to be who I am. I'm scared, but fear has never stopped me before. I'm ready. </div>Emmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05060514686745917782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955992404860935298.post-85299221907855933842012-02-22T02:11:00.000-08:002012-02-22T02:11:45.501-08:00freedom.<div style="text-align: center;"><i>I am a person who screams freedom. Sometimes freedom can be mistaken for rebellion, when it shouldn't be. Everyone has a right to be who they are without judgement.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I'm not perfect, but I'm me. That's not going to change for anyone.</i></div>Emmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05060514686745917782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955992404860935298.post-26547619157047548632012-01-31T23:25:00.000-08:002012-01-31T23:25:39.941-08:00Influence.<div style="text-align: center;"><em>I'm finally coming to a relization that i'm called to be an influence. There are so many people in my life who are so messed up, have no direction for there lives, and are becoming the people, they once, never wanted to be. This literally breaks my heart because I know they are so much better then what they are. I know that i can be the person they look up too. I want to inspire, I want to bring Jesus' light to the world through who I'm becoming and where i have been. I want to bring love, with no judgement and be someone who has a free shoulder to cry on. I want to be a person that is not afraid to take a step into the world and pull out those who have lost there way, and lead them back to the right track. I never want to bring anyone down, or tell anyone they're wrong. I simply want to be there for the people who are lost, and be ready and waiting to catch them when they fall. Be an insperation to have lost hope, lost faith, and guide them into his unconditional love.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Psalm 131.1- 3. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">My heart is not proud, Lord, My eyes are not haughty; I do not concern myself with great matters or things to wonderful for me. But i have calmed and quieted myself, I am like a weaned child with its mother; Like a weaned child I am content. Israel, put your hope in the Lord both now and forevermore</span>.</div>Emmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05060514686745917782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955992404860935298.post-58006219294902525062012-01-23T03:13:00.000-08:002012-01-23T03:13:59.619-08:00Just Jump.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><b>" And the worst part is, before it gets any better we're heading for a cliff. And in the free fall I will realize, I'm better off when i hit the bottom..." </b><i>Paramore.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><b><br />
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Sometimes i find myself comparing myself to others, and i know everybody else does too. Comparing the littlest meaningless things. I find myself asking whoever is listening inside my head, if i'm pretty enough, if i said the right thing, if i'm cool enough for them? I make an idiot out of myself 99.9999% of the time, I jumble my words up and make no sense, i wear what i want, and i'm definitley no barbie doll. But at the end of the day, I am who i am, and if i tried to be anything else, i wouldn't be me!<br />
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Sometimes it is incredibly hard to figure out where exactly my life is heading and what my purpose on this world is. You could say, it's just me being impatient. Which i know that i am. I guess I'm just a person who wants things to happen right now, i hate waiting around for answers. I do love where I'm at right now, but i want more! i want to make a difference and i want to inspire people to live for something bigger then themselves. I feel as though I'm standing in the middle of a swing bridge that's falling apart, and i either have to run forward or quickly make my way back. Sure, it's easier to go back... but what i want is on the other side and i have to risk my life for it. Which I'm quite willing to do!</div>
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Out with the old, in with the new. It's time to let go. Out with the old freindships, out with regret, out with all the junk thats clogging up my life! Gone. I have no time for people who don't put in the effort, and no time to be thinking about the past. Bring on summer, bring on new freindships, In with the good, out with the bad. Life is way to short to wait around, i want to get up and DO something!</div>
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<i>Even though I'm being pushed and pulled in every direction, and the business of life is somewhat ridiculous, in the few moments i do get to ponder what's going on in my life, i realize that i'm quite content with life right now. i like the people, i like the place, i like the new challenges, and even though I've always been a person who likes to be 'comfortable', i quite like being uncomfortable and not knowing what's coming next. Im excited, nervous, scared and curious as to what life holds, but right now i'm happy with sitting on the edge of my seat waiting to see what this beautiful mess called life unfolds. <b>i.am.blessed.</b></i><br />
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Emmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05060514686745917782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955992404860935298.post-1658495211231224072011-09-04T04:32:00.000-07:002012-08-18T03:48:54.710-07:00Spring time...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #777777; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><b>I love, love, love this time of year. The transition of winter to spring. The cool mornings, the clear blue skies, the warm sunny afternoons, the gardens coming back to life, the layers becoming less and less, pale skin making more of an appearance. The sunshine is bringing me back to life!</b></span><br />
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