The Final Piece

We are all broken in one way or another. It's how we put those pieces back together that matters".

Hell bent and beautiful, you're my heart.

I spent so much energy on cutting and pasting together the person I wanted to be that I forgot who I was.

You plant your own garden instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. In other words, take responsibility for your own needs and your own happiness.

..."he's the only thing that ever made me forget what it felt like to forget.

Where only a fool would build a house on shifting sand, the same goes for those who would build their lives on a lie - eventually, it is going to crumble.

Never mind if the cart's on fire, just keep loading the wagon" - Uncle Rob

Illusions can be very convincing. No one has any reason to suspect that I am anything less than what I appear.

I mourn the piece of myself that I gave away and will never get back

Life sucks. Hard. I don’t care how melodramatic that sounds, it’s the truth and I’m living it.

I am the kind of broken they can't fix. I am no longer the same little girl they loved.

The infinitely strong made weak by my mess.

Life is full of lessons we either learn from or get bitter over.

Together forever, never apart. Maybe in distance but never in heart.

Tommy cocooned me in his arms. The same arms that struck out to protect me, the arms that saved me. “In my life, I have never known, nor will I ever know, someone as strong and courageous as you, Elizabeth Irene Bradshaw,” Tommy whispers against my temple. I have no words, so I nod my head against his chest, hoping he understands my acceptance of his praise. “You honour me with your trust, baby girl. I am so very proud of you.

Damn, I had the best dream,” he yawns, “my fantasy girl professed her undying love for me in between several rounds of mind blowing sex.

Rule number one in adapting—control the situation at hand before it has a chance to control you.

A year has taught me that really great people make stupid mistakes sometimes.

you plant your own garden instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

the best plans have a way of falling apart without warning.

I have never told anyone about this part of my life. Keeping it secret gave me a sense of control over the uncontrollable; unveiling the lies leaves me painfully exposed.

Life shouldn’t be about picking up the pieces

We are all broken in one way or another. It's how we put those pieces back together that matters.

It’s tough to be intimidated by a clown in a Dr. Who t-shirt,” I snicker. Jack is pretty cool; I could do worse for a roommate. “Do. Not. Diss. The. Tardis,

We are all broken in one way or another. It’s how we put those pieces back together that matters.

My favorite river pastime is admiring the stately houses that are perched on the jagged shore and daydreaming about the people who live there.