TheWanderingPaddy

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When I was drowning in the despair, I found no better escape than the belief that one day, someone would say to me, “my love show me all your wounds and tears. I will kneel and kiss every pain that broke your heart. I will kneel and touch every tear that washed away your hope. I will kneel and heal every blow you received. I will shower you a kisses. I'm here only for you. I am here in your life o...

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“Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop away from you like the leaves of Autumn.” ― John Muir Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

I love her in a language I do not understand  in words my lips lack the courage to speak I love her in the stolen seconds the moments after hitting snooze where the soft morning light spills over her skin and I love her in the vibrance of her laughter how it leaps from her chest and slows me to a crawl loving her is letting go-- of all assumptions all fears breaking free of the demons that bu...

“I know things about you and would beg to differ.” He said, letting his words trail off as he kissed her neck. Having this secret off her chest-- and knowing that he still accepted and loved her unconditionally was all she needed to hear. She was his, all his. Her body went lax with cooperation. “Okay” she whispered in his ear, arms locked around his neck steam rising from her shoulders. He took h...

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We're born alone, we die alone and in between, we spend our lives looking, for something eh connection that's all we want every once in a while we might find it, in a true friend  many friendships will come only to fade-- as quickly as a firework but some, a rare and precious few turn life up to 11 and keep it there you gotta hold on to friends like these because, just like air, you'll miss t...

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Happy the Man - John Dryden Happy the man, and happy he alone, He who can call today his own: He who, secure within, can say, Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today. Be fair or foul or rain or shine The joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine. Not Heaven itself upon the past has power, But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for...

Someday I might have to leave this world without getting the chance to tell you goodbye I just want you to know that, all my happiest memories are with you  and all the things I carry that hurt my heart seemed to fade a little bit when I was with you I love you I love you forever Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

I release you, with all the love that I have and all the love that I am I release you because what is mine will always be and what is not will never be and either way I will be OK I'll be more than OK I will be joy, I will be bliss I'll be a beautifully enlightened soul with or without you Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

I can still hear your voice in my dreams but I don't know if it's the real you. So far away but for some reason I can still feel you. I try to close my eyes but it doesn't help, I can still see you. It's like the sweet smell of your fragrance never ends. It's hard to pretend it's not there because it is. Enveloped in the air around me like an invisible mist. I still remember the sweetness of our f...

I'm sick of being told not to give them the satisfaction as if somehow keeping quiet about the terrible ways I'm treated is some sort of silent victory I'm tired of pretending that hiding my pain will teach others a lesson I'm tired of sparing them the guilt and the shame that should fall on their shoulders but instead falls on mine every time I choose to internalize their hate I'm done being sile...

From the book 'I have to tell you something' It's scary to put your hands in someone else's hands to open every tender part of yourself to another but it's scarier to keep it locked away never allowing your shadows the chance to be loved. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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Maybe we are not meant to be together maybe you and I are the sun and moon we can only reflect each other  my midnight is your noon maybe you light up the world from your end and I’ll light up the world from mine and maybe that's the only way for each of us to shine Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

How is it we feel joy and sadness on equal measure Though our moments with you we will always treasure The first time you opened yours eyes, the first finger cuddle The tears that we've shed drowning us like puddles The glimmer of hope now hanging by a thread The gloom of our inner voices never wanting to be heard The walls feel closer as they start to close in As we try to stave off how this coul...

do what is right for you do it over and over again and lean into the light keep going even when it is hard, especially when it is hard Don’t let doubt stop you and trust the process when your mood is low Let growth be your mission, healing be your reward and freedom be your goal. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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Out through the fields and the woods   And over the walls I have wended; I have climbed the hills of view   And looked at the world, and descended; I have come by the highway home,   And lo, it is ended.   The leaves are all dead on the ground,   Save those that the oak is keeping To ravel them one by one   And let them go scraping and creepin...