How strong do you think I am?

How far can I go before I break,
how long can I wait?
How strong do you think I am,
How much can I take of this?
Am I a rock or a rose or a fist
or the breath at the end of a kiss?
How deep do you wanna go,
'cuz I'll go there if I can.
You make it harder than it has to be.
How strong, how strong
do you think I am?

Be My Escape

Found these on http://postsecret.blogspot.com/ today, right in succession.





I'm taking this as my sign. My decision is final.

Come February, I won't be here anymore. I will be in Spain, and I am not coming back.

funerals make me sad

and numb.

You I know are like the rest
You're holding on with all the best intentions
But tear the fabric off your nest
You'll find the eggs have gone
and no one mentions
How you run


mom gave me a typewriter to encourage me to write home more, it smells like moulds and smoke. antique Smith Corona sky-writer. it needs cleaning and maintenance, and some of the type bars are bent the wrong way.
she sent me this the day I hear about the funeral, of course, so I only got it today. she didn't ask me if it'd arrived yet, or anything like that. I bet she thinks I was being rude to her . damn.

tyrian

with regard to name changes.

some of you may have noticed Obby changed her name.

just letting you know it's not an error on your interwebs, she really did change it.
apparently, the name Obsidian was taken. why do all the good names get taken...? T_T


.......it's going to be weird not calling her Obby anymore.