i want to be madly in love or nothing at all. life is too short for a common love, decent music, or mediocre wine.
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Happy birthday to me!
25 laps around the sun. A quarter of a century. Time for more fun! This year I’m choosing to focus on the good. There is so much love + light to be grateful for in this life. I couldn’t ask for a better support system to surround me, I live in a beautiful city with…
Lopsided Love: The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly. — Pointless Overthinking
Some of the most popular romance stories feature one-sided love. In The Great Gatsby, Gatsby hopelessly awaits Daisy to return to him. The Roman mythological epoch of Echo and Narcissus told one of the first stories of unrequited love. In The Notebook, Noah chases Allie for years, even through an engagement, until she comes back […]…
{wind} poem part II x e.l. jayne
{wind} part II like the wind, your words leave no trace, you only see the aftermath of its destruction. –e.l. jayne
Question of the Day: No. 541 — Pointless Overthinking
With pumpkin spice flooding the streets again, autumn is just around the corner. August is like the Sunday of summer and it’s almost over. September is just a few sleeps away. Is it just me or have the first 8 months of 2021 absolutely flown by? Question of the Day: No. 541 — Pointless Overthinking
{epilogue}
{epilogue} always remember; life is good. life is what you make of it. choose to see the good in others, in life, and most importantly, in yourself. –e.l. jayne
{untitled poem ix}
in the process of loving you, i forgot how to love myself. —e.l. jayne
{sapphire leaves}
{sapphire leaves} She is going to cook supper with Fate this evening, at her cottage along the mountain stream, to watch the newborn fawns graze in the meadow at dusk, and the dew settle upon the starry, sapphire leaves. –e.l. jayne
{paper cuts}
{paper cuts} i would prefer self sabotage, over a thousand paper cuts; to liberate myself from the mirage, rather than sit as a copilot of my own life. –e.l. jayne
{this was a letter} poem x e.l. jayne
{this was a letter} please, please, stay, please don’t go. don’t you know i’m only temporary? you say i’m obsessed with you, like i don’t know what’s best for you, i hate the way you are when you’re sober, you think i don’t know i’m not perfect. but we both know you need me. this…
