[fr. L. fama, fame + gerere, to carry]
obs. to divulge or disseminate; found now only in olde dictionaries {Cockeram, Bailey}
hence: famigeration, famigerous
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Light Shining To Me...
Plight Not My Enemy Today.
Strife Doesn't Plague Me Today.
Life Seems Much More Enjoyable Than The Weeks Before.
The taste of salt that streams down your cheeks keeps your heart skipping beats. Rapidly your chest begins to cave in on itself. At first you feel that it’s just the shortness of breath and the tightening of your lungs, then you realize that the hole in your chest where you heart once lay is imploding on itself. Looking down and seeing your rib cage and your life crushing in on yourself is the sad and familiar scenario that you strive to let go. It encapsulates your entire existence in a blanket of love that turns into a straight jacket of self-loathing pain and a justified comfort that you’re all too accepting of. What makes this stop? Who makes you grab yourself and extract you from this life as you know it and save yourself? Most will say you have to do it on your own; but the likeliness of that is slim to none. The Devil that wears Prada holds the key to the heart that has never won. Falling once again into the abyss of everything that hurts, everything made sense ...
Draggin' myself through the bitter-sweet nectar of life. - Feelin' no strife. - Can't find the one I will call wife. - Launching through clouds through the supposed glory of life. - Not quite able to open my eyes My heart is molded to her specification. But yet she leaves it without prediction. No, I don't see it; perhaps I shoulda kept my eyes open all along. I can't feel it, I've lost my inner song. "Rush, Rush hurry lover come to me" That's what she needed to tend her wounds Now I carry the wreckage that lies and coos. There was a space kept in my soul Heavy chested I can't feel it no mo' There's nothing one can do To undo what she did do I'm not tryin' to say this to in efforts to get to you, but once there was a love as true as could be Now it's just a slain pain that cuts right through me Razor sharp that splits the skin A cool beveled blade attempts to reveal what's within A whole nothing all lost because of the v...
"---When you fall in love, it is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake, and then it subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots are become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the desire to mate every second of the day. It is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every part of your body. No... don't blush. I am telling you some truths. For that is just being in love; which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over, when being in love has burned away. Doesn't sound very exciting, does it? But it is!---" -----Captain Corelli's Mandolin A movie quote worth quoting and responding to. I watch people in their relationships and think, "I am so glad mine isn't as fucked up as their's." But usually, looking deeper ...
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