I am neither a writer nor a photographer. I haven't yet figured out what I am, I've been trying to figure this puzzle out for ages (as in almost before I was born), and I still don't have an answer to that question - Who are you? I'm not sure that I really want to... Continue Reading →
. . There are moments when I can sense a certain something trying to communicate with me. This certain something is within me. It is me. But which me is it? . Last night in the still of darkness, the midnight hour, a screech cut through the silence. It repeated itself, it wanted to be... Continue Reading →
Great post! . From a great blog! . Answers all your questions about Narcissists... in a way... which is useful for you! Rather than making things all about them... this makes things all about you! Beautiful and healing twist! Flipping things around with style! Trying to figure out NPD, those who have it and how... Continue Reading →
From an excellent blog!
Our ideals, our dreams, our wishes, our hopes, can sometimes make us vulnerable as much as they can make us strong through their inspiration.
Ideals, dreams, wishes and hopes are there to inspire us… but are not necessarily a goal to be reached.
The goal is the journey we take in trying to reach them…
The desire to reach the goal and capture it… is always there.
If someone is too good to be true… if someone is everything we ever dreamed, hoped, wished for, in another but thought was a fantasy never to be real… until we met this person who embodied our fantasy, our dream, our perfect person… are they real or are they… relying on us to believe that what is unreal is real.
Dreamer beware… be aware… the person could be real… or not.
We are all familiar with the fairy tale romances we grew up with, two come to mind, Cinderella and Snow White there is always a competition between the women for the handsome eligible prince and the most beautiful woman wins and the old mean step sisters are jealous and the wicked old witch is left alone and lonely. A bunch of cute little forest animals come to the rescue to help the poor beautiful girl be the belle of the ball and when the prince sees her he is gob smacked with her beauty and must have her. The narcissist is the perfect prince of every young girl’s dreams. In my case, James walked into the bar, our eyes literally met across a crowded bar and he was my knight in shining armor saving me from the boring pompous ass lawyer I was there to meet.
The narcissist really gets…
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“…winning awards is cool. Aside from the warm fuzzy, it creates publicity, and that helps spread the word…” ― Patrick Rothfuss . . Hello and welcome to my blog awards extravaganza! . . When I first created my WordPress blog... ... I wasn't sure about what I was doing. That is the how and why... Continue Reading →
I was uncertain, but kept going. . Because that is how I live my life. . I was uncertain about what title to give this post, which image to choose, which first line to use, what this was going to be about, and so many other aspects of this... This thing called blogging. . This... Continue Reading →
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. . Between the Sun and the Moon . Between silhouette and shadow . Between father and mother . Between child and adult . Between past and future . Between here and there . Between us and them . Between him and her . Between hero and villain . Between Beauty and the Beast .... Continue Reading →
I am a child of Narcissists.According to me..Sometimes listening to others,is not a good thing..Being a child of Narcissists,According to experts is not a good thing to be.According to other children of Narcissists, this is not a good thing to be.According to me this is not a good thing to be....But how did I come... Continue Reading →
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Are you a Narcissist? . . . No… . . . Then why are you taking the Silent Treatment personally? . . . Why do you think that a Narcissist’s Silent Treatment is about you? . . . It’s not about you. It is all about them. . . Perhaps you're D.U.I...or D.y.U.I.N... Driving yourself... Continue Reading →
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. . “One of us in this very room is in fact the murderer.” ― Agatha Christie . . "I can hear them screaming." I replied, explaining something logical which in my mind seemed logical, when my partner asked me why I did not like receiving cut flowers as a gift. He did not give... Continue Reading →
Ausschnitt Babel by Jens K Müller . . "I must be myself. I will not hide my tastes or aversions." - Ralph Waldo Emerson . . I can't recall how long it took me to learn that sharing my views, my tastes and aversions, was an unpopular course of action. It was a painful process... Continue Reading →
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. “nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility: whose texture compels me with the colour of its countries, rendering death and forever with each breathing” ― E.E. Cummings . What can you see in the photo above? Can you see what I see? . Everything in... Continue Reading →
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∇ “From there to here, from here to there, funny things are everywhere!” - Dr. Seuss Δ I already held in my mind's eye my vision for this post. I'd taken a shot this morning of a red dragonfly and it's colour inspired my vision. Yesterday I used a shot of a blue dragonfly... Continue Reading →
∇ “For men are held above their fellows by the gossamer of reputation, which is so soft and fragile a breath can blow it away.” - Iain Pears Δ With one word, One word used a certain way, A certain way to denote a criticism, A fault, A flaw, An imperfection, A lost ideal,... Continue Reading →
Are the words in this sign... Calligraphic instructions for the letter 'N'... Or are they... Directions for climbing stairs, and what to do once you've climbed them... Or are they... From the Flight School for Dragonflies training manual. Or maybe it's a hint... ...hinting... Continue Reading →
"Don't kill my shoes! Please don't kill my shoes!" Those were the words I shouted at the salesman in the shoe shop who had just informed me that my shoes... the ones which I had been wearing, which had been on my feet when I walked into the store, and which I'd only taken off... Continue Reading →