ok, so i'm looking for a new book to start reading.... any genre, any style.. what are you favorite books of all time?.
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Lovely thread inkling.
Hortensia - Jane Eyre is in my top 5 too. Wuthering Heights is a strong contender too. I think despite everything I am a romantic at heart.
Birdsong by Sebastian Foulks totally blew me away. Its extremely beautifully sexual, but at the same time it's one book that made me see war differently.
John Irving's A Prayer for Owen Meany is also up there.
just because you won't feel guilt the way you used to?.................................oompa
Bless you Blondie sometimes for your good sense and saying what is just the right thing at the right time!
I don't have any desire to do things that harm myself or others to prove a point to the WTS.
Thank you for that. I make just have to make that my mantra whilst I try and fix myself.
I think just possibly I'm thinking more along the lines of that I am absolutely sick to death of doing "bad" stuff and that I'd like to be "wholesome" - like today I found myself looking away from some porn that came up as opposed to looking for it.
I found myself telling the being honest when I'd normally tell a lie.
I found myself trying to think about a future which is not largely defined by alcohol.
Wonders will never cease.
i brought some of my old rap & dance cds to work for listening today.
man, what a flashback!
i haven't listened to these in a really long time!
What - no MC Hammer in there?!
i read an e-mail forward today, it was a really great idea i plan to implement this weekend.
basically take how many years you think you wil live (beyond now), multiply that times 52, and get that many marbles and put them in a jar.
every weekend, take one out.
I'm kind of an all or nothing person (shut up, Crumpet),
Misquoting me again are you?
I know you'll do good and make a success of whatever you put your mind to - you have that gravitas. oh yeah and because you'll put everything in or nothing.
good evening jwd!
!..i`ve got a mystery here,in the canadian wilderness.....i`ve found tracks of a creature in the snow,i can`t identify.....it`s a bird of some sort..but..it`s frigg`n huge!
!..it`s feet are as big as my hand..i`ve got a 100lb "husky dog" whose feet aren`t that big.....it has 5 toes..4 toes up front..and..1 in the back.....the 2 middle toes are the same length,the 2 side toes are smaller but also equal in length..the whole foot is a "v_shape,with a large toe at the back of the foot.......what the hell kind of a bird,has 5 toes and feet that frigg`n big???..lol!
This is fascinating! Definitely try and get some pictures and make sure you scale them - ideally take out a tape measure you can place against them and perhaps get your dog's foot prints at the side.
Betweenworlds - I never know that there was an actual Thunderbird! I mean the car and the cheap apple wine, but not a legend of an actual bird. That is utterly fascinating. I'm reading up on the legends and its proved a total distraction to me, a very much needed one.
http://www.cryptozoologicalrealms.com/english/reflections/fossil.html
i don't think there is such a thing as "normal".
i think the best we can do is either functioning or non functioning.
we amble through life confused.
I just feel so much guilt and shame at how much pain and suffering I've caused my loved ones by being crazy and just causing them unneccesary grief.
This totally struck a chord for me Yumbby. And then its a vicious circle. You hate yourself more and hurt yourself more and in turn hurt others that you do love dearly, and then you hate yourself for doing that and feel unworthy and withdraw further and further. It is a very helpless feeling.
My mum was slightly crazy. My dad would call it her "hazard" time. She would just become this spitting, hissing vile monster at times. I remember her calling me terrible things when I had accidents - you know breaking a lamp when I was a child or repeating something that I had heard at as school that I didnt understand. I didn't understand why she didn't love me. I don't think she did either. My other two sisters she adored, but there were times she couldn't conceal her hate of me. I've figured some of that part out now. I think by the time I was 16 and left home she did love me, but it was too late by then of course. The horrible, horrible thing was I really loved her. I still do. You just never knew each morning whether you were going to wake up with nice-mummy or scary-mummy. Somtimes when she'd been particularly abusive to me my father would take her into another room and they'd argue and she'd come out and apologise, but I knew it was because he had made her do that so it lacked any sincerity. Children are so forgiving though.
CHL I feel sad for those kids growing up in a situation that resembles anything like I've described above. I'm the product, in part, of that and look how broken I am. I don't think I've ever really acknowledged or understood until just now, how utterly damaging ultimately that has been. What you said about realising that actually we never get it - we never know all the solutions all of the time, though we think this will magically happen when we become grown-ups - I don't think I knew that properly either til just now. That's a scary thought. If no one knows then how can anyone help?
Chickpea- your daughter is blessed to have you.
thank you guys.
i am of course alive.
(if not sure why)
The Lord of the Rings Trees keep shouldering it - and no, I'm not tripping.
And if you hear something that sounds like a scream in a minute, that is me getting my just desserts, in a hot bath.
(Happyhannah - you are truly lovely)
JK666 and Satans Little Helper, thank you for - you guys are not as you would appear.
i just peeled my skin off m inner arms with a razor. it looks awesome. and ican spell.
yep i hear pins drip. it hurts my ears
if anyone has a voice unlike pindrobs
i wish for consolation
PM me and i will call
I'm annoying
call me
PM me
