tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40145557282693163352024-03-14T08:26:37.284-07:00ohh, duckie !Life's advice from a girl who's living, dreaming, and struggling through it all.Kelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05522033516517134520noreply@blogger.comBlogger73125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014555728269316335.post-33857576824524701532011-11-07T21:57:00.000-08:002011-11-07T21:59:44.581-08:00the past .<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />Often times, the memories we hold, whether it be good or bad, stay with us through our whole lifetime. They can either help us grow or end up ultimately destroying us. Funny, isn't it ? The sweetest, dearest memory can make one long for it so much as to put tears in his eyes. It hurts so much to think back to something you no longer have, because no matter what, you can't go back and embrace it anymore. Too many times have we taken advantage of the things we should've been cherishing. Too many times have we overlooked the importance of something in our lives until it was already gone. And too many times have we regretted not doing what we could've done when we had the chance. If only we could keep these special moments in our pockets and relive them again...how splendid would that be ?</span></div>Kelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05522033516517134520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014555728269316335.post-60311226931870517862011-08-18T23:14:00.000-07:002011-11-07T22:00:23.089-08:00life is unfair .<div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">Life is unfair. We are all born in totally different worlds. Some of us are loved, while others are not. </span></span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Some of us hold blissful memories, while others hold bitter ones.</span></span><span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"> Some of us experience the joys of life every day, while others never do. It's pretty inaccurate to say that we all have an equal chance at happiness, at success, at life. But to what extent you put out efforts to look on the bright side of situations can tell you how your life will turn out. Keep looking forward and past the hardships and life will treat you well. Remember to count your blessings and forget about the bumps in the road. Don't let them burden you and you'll become a stronger person.
</span></span></span>Kelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05522033516517134520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014555728269316335.post-91576505608854653582011-07-15T23:34:00.001-07:002011-07-16T00:03:20.690-07:00life .<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinYmOrX3rHXN8EJJ_-UtC8S5v_feSCxFZWKhxQUwttYuWcnO2GjoaaVQAnc1Q6mSQ4ErWK6QHz4D2NHHeLLF03lPmxEtKnrtzua9oRasxVAV9R5Il_-K7NljbupGs4WxJX4i81q0j4RB9a/s1600/Joy_by_Aracari.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinYmOrX3rHXN8EJJ_-UtC8S5v_feSCxFZWKhxQUwttYuWcnO2GjoaaVQAnc1Q6mSQ4ErWK6QHz4D2NHHeLLF03lPmxEtKnrtzua9oRasxVAV9R5Il_-K7NljbupGs4WxJX4i81q0j4RB9a/s320/Joy_by_Aracari.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629842081517468178" border="0" /></a><a href="http://aracari.deviantart.com/art/Joy-130083318"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >http://aracari.deviantart.com/art/Joy-130083318</span></a></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />The scariest thing about life ? It's unpredictable. One second you're full of bliss and euphoria, and the next you can't seem to hold back your tears because your heart pounds with unbelievable pain.<br />Because we're so afraid of what the future holds for us, we're constantly wondering "what if" instead of taking action. <span style="font-style: italic;">What if</span>... It haunts us, really...thinking <span style="font-style: italic;">what could have happened. </span>So the next time life throws a chance at you, be sure you make the right decision; be sure you won't regret it, because you might not be able to go back and change it. And when you're not feeling the best, remember that it'll get better. Remember to smile, to cherish life's blessings, and to share your joy with others. Life's too short to be anything but happy.<br /></span></span>Kelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05522033516517134520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014555728269316335.post-47666074929120523372011-05-31T20:04:00.001-07:002011-07-16T00:04:14.453-07:00Sometimes .<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE49cXnVJmXUjueefFPLu8qbPElX8Co6L_OLyca3WItxd-RNCfRM3WnBcZm7olpHsABs1w4vT6xi4FdG6hVXorKqFLBsYaP6Ug41uXa4jkm4GeYgPHmqmhcCXPY9H9F8jomyU0MpXdCP-x/s1600/do_not_forget_me_by_mjagiellicz-d3h1bds.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE49cXnVJmXUjueefFPLu8qbPElX8Co6L_OLyca3WItxd-RNCfRM3WnBcZm7olpHsABs1w4vT6xi4FdG6hVXorKqFLBsYaP6Ug41uXa4jkm4GeYgPHmqmhcCXPY9H9F8jomyU0MpXdCP-x/s320/do_not_forget_me_by_mjagiellicz-d3h1bds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613086801481845810" border="0" /></a><a href="http://mjagiellicz.deviantart.com/art/Do-not-forget-me-210013408"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">http://mjagiellicz.deviantart.com/art/Do-not-forget-me-210013408</span></span></span></span></span></a><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Sometimes, I just want to get things off my chest. Sometimes, I just want someone to say "It's okay" even when I know it's not. And sometimes, I just want that one moment of sympathy to keep me going.<br /><br /></span>Sometimes, I just need someone to listen, instead of telling me "There are other people out there suffering more than you" or "I've been worse off". Although it may be true, it doesn't mean this one heartache isn't something incredibly important to me, isn't worth hurting for, or isn't something worth shedding tears. Because this one thing, no matter how little it may seem, may be causing unbearable pain to the beholder. As they say, pain may be in the mind, but how exactly are we supposed to deal with it ? Try to forget about it...or let it soak in ?<br /></span></span>Kelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05522033516517134520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014555728269316335.post-62563797664819371392011-03-08T20:34:00.000-08:002011-07-16T00:04:32.139-07:00look up .<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiohXty5v2hFwYKzAXnb7BWJA30K2X_wqVCVqCKMJLcAz2lvubiHZJLa0dPzcjjcgQonegST8nry0bmeHElN-RecuKdPrQ_kJmjEeXeNP7h63vpfJWNbwW0WIuZ_aA1vE3UwPshKCGaMzxN/s1600/look_up__by_iluv2write-d31fv42.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiohXty5v2hFwYKzAXnb7BWJA30K2X_wqVCVqCKMJLcAz2lvubiHZJLa0dPzcjjcgQonegST8nry0bmeHElN-RecuKdPrQ_kJmjEeXeNP7h63vpfJWNbwW0WIuZ_aA1vE3UwPshKCGaMzxN/s320/look_up__by_iluv2write-d31fv42.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581922121489593698" border="0" /></a><a href="http://iluv2write.deviantart.com/art/look-up-183818306"><span style="font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" >http://iluv2write.deviantart.com/art/look-up-183818306</span></a><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">“Remember what happened, but know that you cannot move forward while looking backwards.”</span><br /><br />I know I haven't been blogging very often. Life has become busier and more complicated, but that's just what life is. On a side note, my New Year's Resolution has been working out quite well. Since 2011 started, I've been more optimistic and much happier almost all the time. Just because there may be a storm brewing doesn't mean it won't pass over sooner or later.<br /></span></span>Kelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05522033516517134520noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014555728269316335.post-78325884593562341942011-02-04T22:48:00.000-08:002011-07-16T00:05:43.956-07:00things are gonna get better .<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0qkpyGRFfEh5meVGPZlQdDdQgiCZ8xXYj_fz25VvE6Cfqq3lgnj2Hr9Brgl-UjjtjY-0YqFi9zlF505jQq6lg3tkaD6-GUY45aZBAD8IghLWC15PldSnzQNVVCx-mYybJK-qK1EXVT_PU/s1600/sunlight_and_spiderwebs_by_aimeelikestotakepics.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0qkpyGRFfEh5meVGPZlQdDdQgiCZ8xXYj_fz25VvE6Cfqq3lgnj2Hr9Brgl-UjjtjY-0YqFi9zlF505jQq6lg3tkaD6-GUY45aZBAD8IghLWC15PldSnzQNVVCx-mYybJK-qK1EXVT_PU/s320/sunlight_and_spiderwebs_by_aimeelikestotakepics.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570093862849969490" border="0" /></a><a href="http://aimeelikestotakepics.deviantart.com/art/sunlight-and-spiderwebs-136567574"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">http://aimeelikestotakepics.deviantart.com/art/sunlight-and-spiderwebs-136567574</span></span></a><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Things Are Gonna Get Better - David Archuleta</span><br /><br />Everybody's got a time in their life<br />When everything hurts and nothing's right.<br />But you gotta walk on, yeah you gotta walk on.<br /><br />Everybody's got a piece of their heart<br />That's been stepped on and torn apart.<br />But you gotta be strong, yeah you gotta walk on.<br /><br />Cause I, know, it's hard to have the strength and,<br />Sometimes, you can't get through the day, but,<br />Things just float on by that river in the night.<br />But I know things are gonna get better,<br />And I know things are gonna be fine.<br />And I know life is gonna get better,<br />Standing here together, yeah we're gonna be fine.<br /><br />Everybody's got that one regret,<br />No matter how they try, they can't forget.<br />But you gotta move on, yeah you gotta move on.<br />And everybody's got someone they've lost,<br />And they can't believe they're really gone.<br />But you gotta live on, yeah you gotta live on.<br /><br />Cause I, know, it's hard to have the strength and,<br />Sometimes, all you feel is pain, but,<br />Time keeps floating by on that river in the night.<br /><br />But I know things are gonna get better,<br />And I know things are gonna be fine.<br />And I know life is gonna get better,<br />Standing here together, yeah we're gonna be fine.<br /><br /><br />And I've been shown hope,<br />I see it in your eyes.<br />So take me, touch me.<br />Cause with a little bit of love, we can win the fight.<br />With a little bit of love we can see the light.<br />With a little bit of love it'll be alright.<br /><br />I know things are gonna get better,<br />And I know things are gonna be fine.<br />And I know life is gonna get better.<br />Standing here together, yeah we're gonna be fine.<br /><br />Walk, walk, walk on by,<br />Keep, keep, keep walking on.<br />Keep, keep, keep walking on.<br /><br />---<br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Well, I was having a bad day, but this song came on. I don't know why I never noticed the lyrics before, but I just know people can relate to it so well! Such a beautiful song. :></span></span>Kelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05522033516517134520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014555728269316335.post-26160734022978248002011-01-03T20:57:00.000-08:002011-01-03T21:20:10.097-08:00hello, 2011 .<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX6Rs36NJ9l-NerdaNJDEnTbsi6Yy9_6nPA62tw5cYu2BMnrDgTAvfVafjP9LadZ81vEaxFIhxCCOUJlN54jBcEgb5FSych-PG9rN_S27sMfOijVb7ryCn-7ss5ucQsIie_li_1eA91NYR/s1600/afe8626cd24396586d217c582ad6340c-d365kpi.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX6Rs36NJ9l-NerdaNJDEnTbsi6Yy9_6nPA62tw5cYu2BMnrDgTAvfVafjP9LadZ81vEaxFIhxCCOUJlN54jBcEgb5FSych-PG9rN_S27sMfOijVb7ryCn-7ss5ucQsIie_li_1eA91NYR/s320/afe8626cd24396586d217c582ad6340c-d365kpi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558195523867955298" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">http://andokadesbois.deviantart.com/art/Little-Star-191736342</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"A journey of a thousand miles must begin with a single step.</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">"</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I wanted to say how much this blog has helped me get through the little bumps in life last year. It often opens my eyes and makes me realize that things really are not as bad as they seem. Hopefully, it has assisted not only me but touched others as well. :) Happy New Year!<br /></span></span>Kelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05522033516517134520noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014555728269316335.post-69596862794063009202010-12-10T21:27:00.000-08:002010-12-10T21:36:08.085-08:00tomorrow .<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoA8k2UrQawKme6qczHj-z6BMfw9mjoJxeCGGNupjhLwPC6u25JNpSTF5sMLhPkrCRh1OFZE41XzuPwNoqn5Q7h4yviaNiUYbrHuGLAojwKDoiG1L_jzKWuQ61VuA3_c-9q08MekopjuI_/s1600/I_dreamed_I_was_flying____by_WinterWood91.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoA8k2UrQawKme6qczHj-z6BMfw9mjoJxeCGGNupjhLwPC6u25JNpSTF5sMLhPkrCRh1OFZE41XzuPwNoqn5Q7h4yviaNiUYbrHuGLAojwKDoiG1L_jzKWuQ61VuA3_c-9q08MekopjuI_/s320/I_dreamed_I_was_flying____by_WinterWood91.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549291789769946690" border="0" /></a><span id="post0" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >http://winterwood91.deviantart.com/art/I-dreamed-I-was-flying-151604873</span></span><br /></div><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" id="post0" ><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">They said women would never vote.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">They said the titanic would never sink.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">They said man would never fly.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Cancer can't be cured today, but tomorrow marks a new beginning.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Dare to </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >hope</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">, and to </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >believe</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">.</span><br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fohhduckie.blogspot.com%2F2010%2F12%2Ftomorrow.html&layout=standard&show_faces=false&width=450&action=like&font=verdana&colorscheme=light&height=35" style="border: medium none ; overflow: hidden; width: 450px; height: 35px;" allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no"></iframe><br /></span>Kelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05522033516517134520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014555728269316335.post-46868993942148178182010-12-09T20:17:00.000-08:002011-01-25T21:19:35.591-08:00reminiscence .<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizOOTBiSkb-_8Pq9MiiIFGsBkcI3NOAALeVe0-wxnuW8r_fqGqOb5AK52IFuF4-y0jBxN5XLc6Te1Dpt7SQv916B06900pFFm-r7-8Y8axi2KPMIVdfGbskYenkTxMhDeqCjAs5jGru5Ga/s1600/Reminiscence_by_TheImperfectImpala.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizOOTBiSkb-_8Pq9MiiIFGsBkcI3NOAALeVe0-wxnuW8r_fqGqOb5AK52IFuF4-y0jBxN5XLc6Te1Dpt7SQv916B06900pFFm-r7-8Y8axi2KPMIVdfGbskYenkTxMhDeqCjAs5jGru5Ga/s320/Reminiscence_by_TheImperfectImpala.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548902694667469010" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">http://theimperfectimpala.deviantart.com/art/Reminiscence-146983941</span></span></span><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >No matter how much you try to forget, there's just a part of you that just can't seem to let go. But how you perceive it can be very different. Do you look at memories with a smile, remembering the happy times you've had, or with tears, wishing you could just go back and relive the moment ? The past won't stay very long, and the future surely won't wait. But maybe, just maybe they're there to remind you to try to recreate those times when all you could feel was genuine bliss. It's the <span style="font-style: italic;">greatest feelings</span> in the world that make me just want to see how many times I can grasp them. :)<br /><br /></span></div>Kelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05522033516517134520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014555728269316335.post-71160552929370350102010-11-30T21:15:00.000-08:002010-11-30T21:20:51.917-08:00after all ,<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjquVCyr84guLvdW8xK2AghJQtL90Y0TseQ_HGuAPRyn3MlmN5TrbkQtpY0dg8TF4qWiAWq3yEBnEPWr-o98h1-Ko7pY-MW4tI8rXeRnc5wltz-vFLLvgyrFRQtScr_qjwG1QXUz1hS7oE0/s1600/asba.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjquVCyr84guLvdW8xK2AghJQtL90Y0TseQ_HGuAPRyn3MlmN5TrbkQtpY0dg8TF4qWiAWq3yEBnEPWr-o98h1-Ko7pY-MW4tI8rXeRnc5wltz-vFLLvgyrFRQtScr_qjwG1QXUz1hS7oE0/s320/asba.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545578422429789922" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >http://lady-tori.deviantart.com/art/Tomorrow-s-another-day-177627054<br /></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />tomorrow is <span style="font-style: italic;">another day</span>.</span> :)</span>Kelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05522033516517134520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014555728269316335.post-56976157581650172162010-11-13T18:26:00.000-08:002010-11-13T18:34:28.087-08:00who i am .<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLdqzD6U2ftn6ousz-WVePTGu5IuxmgUDsUz8Fdxn6GA4wdaje4OvNHwOXqL18iRkAlFt_GOS4nZdvhL6Y6T5qU2PM29McMKlnqgxQ7Cp7CmC2xjvJTZ0vbquBOgKZMBNkY1sBWglrYp5C/s1600/who__s_gonna_find_me_by_barcarola.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLdqzD6U2ftn6ousz-WVePTGu5IuxmgUDsUz8Fdxn6GA4wdaje4OvNHwOXqL18iRkAlFt_GOS4nZdvhL6Y6T5qU2PM29McMKlnqgxQ7Cp7CmC2xjvJTZ0vbquBOgKZMBNkY1sBWglrYp5C/s320/who__s_gonna_find_me_by_barcarola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539228100380910450" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">http://barcarola.deviantart.com/art/who-s-gonna-find-me-62557961</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" ><br />Days like these<br />It's hard to breathe<br /><br />I'm gonna take this moment that I'm in right now<br />Stop the craziness some how<br />Leave it all behind me<br />I know it's gonna find me<br />I've got nothing to win, I've got nothing to lose<br />Just trying to walk in my own two shoes<br />Gotta take some time now<br />It's time for me to find out who I am<br /><br />Sometimes<br />You just know<br />When to hold on<br />When to let go<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >--who i am, David Archuleta</span></span><br /><div style="border: medium none ; overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"><br /></div>Kelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05522033516517134520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014555728269316335.post-31292920839297541222010-11-12T20:15:00.000-08:002010-11-12T20:19:04.367-08:00lost in this world .<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB3unkoEBF7TLltYhOxlLmcEWM_5hIGLw3_1jtUxO3ukMJGoia97lrU7T2BvvETS8GveANK9cU8lIwMc-L1O7MS0GoLK2IocaFTaKJmt7qoEbNDF31J5SJWMRBIvBrqvfe5zwXZjz__wE7/s1600/Lost_in_this_big_world_by_HisBrokenDoll.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB3unkoEBF7TLltYhOxlLmcEWM_5hIGLw3_1jtUxO3ukMJGoia97lrU7T2BvvETS8GveANK9cU8lIwMc-L1O7MS0GoLK2IocaFTaKJmt7qoEbNDF31J5SJWMRBIvBrqvfe5zwXZjz__wE7/s320/Lost_in_this_big_world_by_HisBrokenDoll.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538883206347808418" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">http://hisbrokendoll.deviantart.com/art/Lost-in-this-big-world-137624578<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">...but what if a man's guide dog did not know where to go ?</span></span><br /></div></div>Kelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05522033516517134520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014555728269316335.post-26645925980508589492010-11-02T19:39:00.001-07:002010-11-02T19:52:32.544-07:00today .<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2XYlhYk15Gn_veVvZ7jM9V6lrtbpfR6M4yE5MpmNHt84zXArrmumXcSK45VCCBE1GFl5XryMDvrevm-ogcRyQKKJxI2OvA-WFmOCF9tA4vMD0bhChZq35k7BokYcDLe67Us2-xBKY6MdL/s1600/Blessings_by_Elafacwen09.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2XYlhYk15Gn_veVvZ7jM9V6lrtbpfR6M4yE5MpmNHt84zXArrmumXcSK45VCCBE1GFl5XryMDvrevm-ogcRyQKKJxI2OvA-WFmOCF9tA4vMD0bhChZq35k7BokYcDLe67Us2-xBKY6MdL/s320/Blessings_by_Elafacwen09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535149763299348962" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >http://elafacwen09.deviantart.com/art/Blessings-169185509</span></span></span><br /></div><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" ><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Everyday is a </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">gift</span><span style="font-family: verdana;">, even if you're hopelessly falling down. Count all your blessings, not your troubles. Never skip a chance to tell someone that you love them, because you never know what tomorrow holds. Give people second chances, because no one is perfect. Love all that you can, give all that you have, smile away your days, and dream away your nights. </span></span>Kelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05522033516517134520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014555728269316335.post-41170654706983073232010-10-24T20:45:00.000-07:002010-10-24T20:45:50.398-07:00dancing in the rain .<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXIXEfmhLBx1PjLeLM79iihrxD8e8DYnca9tUiZxLLRg2sFOyF_LqvP_dZD1mDG-X0Tw8zpRpJ2vnP2r5JBWLK7nNz6DHkEgg6iz62Ldeob7uz1zdti4-5uNLD1Dy9ZGrWFiubLj9lVY5n/s1600/After_the_Rain_by_grace_note.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXIXEfmhLBx1PjLeLM79iihrxD8e8DYnca9tUiZxLLRg2sFOyF_LqvP_dZD1mDG-X0Tw8zpRpJ2vnP2r5JBWLK7nNz6DHkEgg6iz62Ldeob7uz1zdti4-5uNLD1Dy9ZGrWFiubLj9lVY5n/s320/After_the_Rain_by_grace_note.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531824681123878882" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >http://grace-note.deviantart.com/art/After-the-Rain-92804991</span></span></span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass,</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />it's about learning to <span style="font-weight: bold;">dance in the rain</span>.</span></span>Kelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05522033516517134520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014555728269316335.post-11923499203677383232010-10-22T20:42:00.000-07:002010-10-22T20:47:07.090-07:00:) don't forget to smile .<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-pjxAc5qJfCLvvr3RemiahTGNmncjuD0jF9tO0qhCW7G1OvzK0vgJfhCREJo42NEBgbTfVHn2ZrV51k7mZFyLRKzFPGW6LkQ6GI8Ixmi5fQ2wCV1fWDEldCOTU-RvTMjcPrrduAIDmDZM/s1600/Smile_by_armene.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-pjxAc5qJfCLvvr3RemiahTGNmncjuD0jF9tO0qhCW7G1OvzK0vgJfhCREJo42NEBgbTfVHn2ZrV51k7mZFyLRKzFPGW6LkQ6GI8Ixmi5fQ2wCV1fWDEldCOTU-RvTMjcPrrduAIDmDZM/s320/Smile_by_armene.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531082681866709970" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">http://armene.deviantart.com/art/Smile-132343948</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />You're never fully dressed without a smile. <span style="font-style: italic;">--Martin Charnin</span></span></span>Kelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05522033516517134520noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014555728269316335.post-44710672064430434502010-10-11T20:55:00.000-07:002010-10-11T20:58:36.890-07:00up .<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNx4qYHVyXPhfjbVJl4rwNQb6HguON76UucKTlVgLmB6v-43BR7QimnXl2F5NwgRPP1ejpIKjibRGUk53TOaHXKv29fTz3-e3pn58w7gnFv7Xtylyh1PRVkl35ZYf2qp9jV3sgJy0RPPNz/s1600/2552de910c30f44af769201438b884c7.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNx4qYHVyXPhfjbVJl4rwNQb6HguON76UucKTlVgLmB6v-43BR7QimnXl2F5NwgRPP1ejpIKjibRGUk53TOaHXKv29fTz3-e3pn58w7gnFv7Xtylyh1PRVkl35ZYf2qp9jV3sgJy0RPPNz/s320/2552de910c30f44af769201438b884c7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527002504895067746" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" ><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >http://oo-rein-oo.deviantart.com/art/A-Rainbow-To-Cheer-You-Up-165608770</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" ><br /></span>How long it seems that I've been stuck at the bottom of this hill, finding no happiness, no laughs, no smiles. It's almost as if this roller coaster of a life has stopped at the bottom, and has no intentions of going back up. But now I've found that I'm nearing the ground, the lowest it can go. And hey, there's no place to go but back up. So now I'm anticipating the joy that will come...because I can see it clearly. And I know I will soon smile again, laugh until I cry, and cherish these special moments in my life. <span style="font-size:78%;">I feel so much better now, thanks. <span style="font-family: arial;">:)</span></span> </span><span style="visibility: visible;" id="main"><span style="visibility: visible;" id="search">♥</span></span></span>Kelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05522033516517134520noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014555728269316335.post-57416102922116434402010-09-28T19:58:00.001-07:002010-09-28T20:07:27.571-07:00hello ,<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_wUNdCppMISGJVpkIJazJX2qkt85hry_Py5WfhepkSZY7gtKvSh5NK9EIm6aOyA75uW1yLCgtp76r0IlkS4r71Syk3G7AR_OHlvQEno304-2uKXysQo42VwwVY-oTBQK-mkWsOkAfeqHr/s1600/2ee83f80b180ae5a344c62541e816db6.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_wUNdCppMISGJVpkIJazJX2qkt85hry_Py5WfhepkSZY7gtKvSh5NK9EIm6aOyA75uW1yLCgtp76r0IlkS4r71Syk3G7AR_OHlvQEno304-2uKXysQo42VwwVY-oTBQK-mkWsOkAfeqHr/s320/2ee83f80b180ae5a344c62541e816db6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522166436994337778" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >http://casheefoo.deviantart.com/art/Bunny-133680607<br /></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />How often we miss the beauties of life because we are so intent on looking for faults.</span></span>Kelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05522033516517134520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014555728269316335.post-87641277670273875852010-09-05T12:06:00.000-07:002010-09-05T12:06:00.832-07:00teardrops .<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl6fhLQBeAJZ_fZEmZoMEiCL55c8fRclK2iD02tEN-2_lIfUkmjwgVQ6Wd_XBro1ra0vq7hoDoH8HH_jBlwnEHtjZnrt-xqNflukiIqnSklT6x8CLG0-3fWxNw-7hyphenhyphenUwEOkHBAXuJlmigY/s1600/Teardrops_by_xxxaguskaxxx.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl6fhLQBeAJZ_fZEmZoMEiCL55c8fRclK2iD02tEN-2_lIfUkmjwgVQ6Wd_XBro1ra0vq7hoDoH8HH_jBlwnEHtjZnrt-xqNflukiIqnSklT6x8CLG0-3fWxNw-7hyphenhyphenUwEOkHBAXuJlmigY/s320/Teardrops_by_xxxaguskaxxx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512938810010007058" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >http://xxxaguskaxxx.deviantart.com/art/Teardrops-152903825</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />How easily these tears drop, one by one, uncontrollably flowing down these rosy cheeks. And I <span style="font-style: italic;">promised</span> myself I wouldn't let it get to me...because I want to face the world confidently and without the constant fear of failing. So why can't I just turn the other way and pretend like nothing happened?</span></span>Kelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05522033516517134520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014555728269316335.post-28828844551140904392010-08-31T18:48:00.000-07:002010-08-31T19:00:30.853-07:00this melody .<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEippjtZuVUwELWfpnQi6AnBmA4rVJnwGKz8dSnrly58Y_r4m-eVAz1oQ_O4DcXsprnYMU2vcj5q-6u3zHIb8kABzGYUn108ZbkvqBU-apdrM3nk0uoYWPGyO-5ttAVwXx4fPRz94w_2SX1x/s1600/Headphones_by_Cliffordy.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEippjtZuVUwELWfpnQi6AnBmA4rVJnwGKz8dSnrly58Y_r4m-eVAz1oQ_O4DcXsprnYMU2vcj5q-6u3zHIb8kABzGYUn108ZbkvqBU-apdrM3nk0uoYWPGyO-5ttAVwXx4fPRz94w_2SX1x/s320/Headphones_by_Cliffordy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511759030512400562" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >http://cliffordy.deviantart.com/art/Headphones-107519313</span><br /></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />Hello, music. Please drown out my worries tonight.</span><br /></span>Kelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05522033516517134520noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014555728269316335.post-25417241690398028542010-08-28T17:33:00.000-07:002010-08-28T17:41:55.075-07:00days with my father .<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIguWFJxfgeWYKNBkc04iQ-m-JnKP361AiWaqxh1IZiLG529n0IbheT5vNA5_0Kw8U-e5xrlVbwrNSOrr1JAAi0pJ1W8kPUC5RKflVba1Y2y81OCjm4tuiVUrhElTZq9hccK01ZCxmADSk/s1600/Toledano_DaysWithMyFather_Book.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIguWFJxfgeWYKNBkc04iQ-m-JnKP361AiWaqxh1IZiLG529n0IbheT5vNA5_0Kw8U-e5xrlVbwrNSOrr1JAAi0pJ1W8kPUC5RKflVba1Y2y81OCjm4tuiVUrhElTZq9hccK01ZCxmADSk/s320/Toledano_DaysWithMyFather_Book.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510623651428019618" border="0" /></a><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.dayswithmyfather.com/#/0"><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >Days With My Father</span></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Inspiring & heart-warming, it captures both the grieves and the spices of happiness in daily life.</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">♥ <span style="font-family:verdana;">Please do check it out! </span><br /></span></div></div>Kelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05522033516517134520noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014555728269316335.post-53986430633374962262010-08-26T19:06:00.000-07:002010-08-26T19:16:54.199-07:00brand new day .<div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCHqhEdG_px9DtHWKt905olwqDjmTEAhxrksB3ML1VyXPplpi69CiUfdMgsxs44vRIImDktB-Xse6Zmh51wJW0xGFcUQNJoLfq2A_tsIC3-gmKQBRQe5I_VjpKIzWgKKUeVC2kOQp6Tdle/s1600/__brand_new_day__by_JapPieter.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCHqhEdG_px9DtHWKt905olwqDjmTEAhxrksB3ML1VyXPplpi69CiUfdMgsxs44vRIImDktB-Xse6Zmh51wJW0xGFcUQNJoLfq2A_tsIC3-gmKQBRQe5I_VjpKIzWgKKUeVC2kOQp6Tdle/s320/__brand_new_day__by_JapPieter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509906857966398386" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">http://jappieter.deviantart.com/art/brand-new-day-170551633</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Sometimes, just saying a few words to brighten up someone's day doesn't take much, but gives them a warm, fuzzy feeling that lasts for hours...<br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="visibility: visible; font-family: verdana;" id="main"><span style="visibility: visible;" id="search">↓ </span></span><span style="font-family: verdana;">clickie. :3</span></span><br /><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.whoisthecutest.com/"><span style="visibility: visible;" id="main"><span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">http://www.whoisthecutest.com/</span></span></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><span style="visibility: visible; font-weight: bold;" id="main"><span style="visibility: visible;" id="search">♥</span></span>Kelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05522033516517134520noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014555728269316335.post-86030995031464997772010-08-21T16:27:00.000-07:002010-08-21T17:02:14.341-07:00hold on .<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQLX1IZe965UpywVRe1bciltpIojUlbboUMeZPr7Mu24q_G6LV0mtrvfWMjYXqDWkNaKeCYO04fqMLfBNSJTbWPZTg2tI4FORR0L4fM1yiwdHuJ3if8Yc9oQ6ySlo0cJ79UAdgjr8KkVL7/s1600/Hold_On_by_littlemisslove.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQLX1IZe965UpywVRe1bciltpIojUlbboUMeZPr7Mu24q_G6LV0mtrvfWMjYXqDWkNaKeCYO04fqMLfBNSJTbWPZTg2tI4FORR0L4fM1yiwdHuJ3if8Yc9oQ6ySlo0cJ79UAdgjr8KkVL7/s320/Hold_On_by_littlemisslove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508013535442785282" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">http://littlemisslove.deviantart.com/art/Hold-On-137546098</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Trust</span>...it takes patience and time to gain, yet seconds to be easily destroyed. <span style="font-style: italic;">Strange, isn't it ?</span><br /><br />Someone I had once given my full trust to, someone I thought I could tell almost anything to was secretly backstabbing me from the start, while I sat there foolishly feeding her secrets. Who knew ? I sure didn't. ;) But I've learned; I've learned to keep myself from being hurt again...<br /><br />To regain trust is even harder. It's like climbing back up a mountain with half the amount of energy you had started with. It's not impossible, but it's not easy to fight with a wound that has yet to be healed.<br /><br /><br /></span></span><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx0ZxO79bBPzn72GQbi_De6tadBfUxYle4oTyEpuoxRGlUL6XEXXYcacH-3SiU_ASowX5gFspoxp7d-H89iKQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Kelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05522033516517134520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014555728269316335.post-56310763981723664042010-08-19T11:40:00.000-07:002010-08-19T11:40:25.962-07:00better together .<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKZ-yk9dNUdnXTXAyflTXl9NUbeGeSCCruofTbO6yWFnq3UYmZAJEJkQCnhdsoWNJSYhne3kqhOY4_yBdszg-4nYD_Kz9LtPAZ88GVnJHFXJaXk20asg9izG9wLmq5V42mUnaUCKkPrU8U/s1600/He_Loves_Me_by_xxIMPERFECTIONS.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKZ-yk9dNUdnXTXAyflTXl9NUbeGeSCCruofTbO6yWFnq3UYmZAJEJkQCnhdsoWNJSYhne3kqhOY4_yBdszg-4nYD_Kz9LtPAZ88GVnJHFXJaXk20asg9izG9wLmq5V42mUnaUCKkPrU8U/s320/He_Loves_Me_by_xxIMPERFECTIONS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506982725053400194" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">http://xximperfections.deviantart.com/art/He-Loves-Me-167874978</span></span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Trust me</span> when I tell you I'll be there for you. <span style="font-style: italic;">Believe me</span> when I tell you I'll listen closely when you have something to say. And when I look you in the eyes and tell you that you're a big part of my life, you better <span style="font-style: italic;">know it</span>. Please don't go through everything alone. Because sometimes, you just need to let go of the thoughts clouding your mind. Replay happy memories, forget the bad ones, and know that every day is a new one.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">You just don't know how much I care...because when you're down, I'm worried, but when you're smiling, nothing else in this world matters. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Please believe it.</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span><br /><br /></span></span>Kelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05522033516517134520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014555728269316335.post-13186739961317917642010-08-18T22:29:00.000-07:002010-08-18T22:29:54.042-07:00daydreaming .<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAkpE26EIrCZxKSQyR6buSqa9IA1QnTQeSWm4XYYKPZAV_6TToAaPDr5ZW0BMR201xgllvlQ6wHJ80tjU8G8D1iGUoRz4Yd-6hNaDakfm6dciuINXm9CZmjcxngg75k6OiOEzmlU4oXAdS/s1600/Daydreaming_by_bewilderedconfused.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAkpE26EIrCZxKSQyR6buSqa9IA1QnTQeSWm4XYYKPZAV_6TToAaPDr5ZW0BMR201xgllvlQ6wHJ80tjU8G8D1iGUoRz4Yd-6hNaDakfm6dciuINXm9CZmjcxngg75k6OiOEzmlU4oXAdS/s320/Daydreaming_by_bewilderedconfused.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506988759578213634" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">http://bewilderedconfused.deviantart.com/art/Daydreaming-150117146</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />“All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible.”</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">T. E. Lawrence</span></span>Kelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05522033516517134520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4014555728269316335.post-80719881916236388802010-08-08T00:27:00.000-07:002010-08-08T00:32:29.544-07:00sorry !<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Oh my, I'm so sorry ! I was actually planning on posting that I'd be gone for 2 weeks on a trip before I left. And since I've been there, I haven't touched a computer at all. I was supposed to be back a bit earlier, but a family emergency actually came up. So yeaah. I'm back ! :)<br /></span></span>Kelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05522033516517134520noreply@blogger.com18