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On Different Kinds of Love | My Oblivia

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New beginning, same old me! On Different Kinds of Love. I have been in love, and I have loved and still love alot of people in my life in quite different ways. No, wait, this is not how I wanted to say it. I meant to say. If love was so great and liberating and fulfilling and inspiring, why does it fade? Why does it die? Why does it get sore and we find ourselves aching because of those we love until we resent them? It made me think that maybe that. Let’s not go astray, what is love? It’s feeling happily...

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Relapse. | My Oblivia

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New beginning, same old me! And after a day of laughter and good times with my friends and my kids, I found myself relapsing into the same old pit of self-destructive thoughts that took me to a few years back, as if time hadn’t passed. And I am right there all over again. By insomniac on April 27, 2013. One Response to “Relapse.”. It’s like … “Oooh, sometimes, I get a good feeling…”. Said this on June 17, 2013 at 7:34 pm. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public).

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How I learned to be a Mother | My Oblivia

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New beginning, same old me! How I learned to be a Mother. I learned to hold them every chance I get. I learned to tell them I love them every time I felt like it, which is mostly every time I look at them. I learned to praise them all the time so that they would always be assured of my appreciation of them, and so that they would never underestimate their worth. I learned to not insult them in public (but I am still learning not to use too much sarcasm either, not even jokingly). I learned to call them w...

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Ugly | My Oblivia

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New beginning, same old me! It hit me yesterday as I was driving home. THE WORLD IS UGLY*. There is so much ugliness in this world, so much that hit in the face every day that we have probably gotten numb to it and can no longer really see it or be disgusted by it, let alone try to change it. Ugliness is all around my mind kept repeating that phrase in such a sad and defeated tone the world is ugly ugly ugly. That’s what I learned on the night of my thirty first birthday, I have spent a couple of years b...

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Soul Bleed | My Oblivia

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New beginning, same old me! The more I love humanity in general the less I love man in particular. The problem is that with every man I hate (or woman for that matter), a part of my soul bleeds away its humanity. My general resentment and anger towards mankind keep on growing with every day; it’s poisonous; it’s not just making me hateful, it’s making me mean and cynical and not the fun kind of mean and cynical. Since when have I appointed myself to what people deserve and what they don’t? I feel like th...

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Withered | My Oblivia

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New beginning, same old me! Men don’t like strong women they said. They don’t like independent women who know how to do on their own; they don’t like women who don’t need them. That’s what people said; it was the agreed-upon rule that was dictated to her over an over every time she tried to voice out her opinions. She couldn’t oblige and she decided that if a man doesn’t like what she’s struggled so long to be, then what is there to like about any man! Until there was him. She was never the same; she mig...

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My Oblivia | new beginning, same old me! | Page 2

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New beginning, same old me! Bull;March 25, 2013 • 3 Comments. Are you still out there? 8220;You’re Beautiful”. Bull;August 31, 2012 • 2 Comments. Him: God you’re beautiful. Me: *smile* I know. Bottom line, I didn’t grow up like the typical girl people usually assume I am until I start breaking down all their assumptions. Being pretty or looking cute was not something I was taught, and it was not something of any kind of meaning or value to me to compete for. Bull;July 1, 2012 • 4 Comments. I imagine neve...

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The Living Dead | My Oblivia

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New beginning, same old me! The worst kind of death is that which happens when you’re still breathing, granted. By insomniac on October 27, 2014. 2 Responses to “The Living Dead”. Reblogged this on karakeeeb. 8230;…………………………. Said this on October 29, 2014 at 5:25 pm. Said this on April 8, 2015 at 2:16 pm. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out.

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The Eighth Sin | My Oblivia

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New beginning, same old me! If like me, it took you quite a while to grasp why Pride was among the seven deadly sins; then brace yourself for this one for it has taken me even more time to understand how righteousness is definitely the eighth sin. And by doing so, he tainted his white soul with the blackness he saw in others. His spirit lost its vibrant colors and got colder and harder that the white faded into gray, and gray faded into a color deemed black by his very own moral standards. All I know is ...