June 2011
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Jun 1st
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Something More
Picture source:  housetohome.co.uk    Picture reblogged:art-homes:   A life it has been said is made by the location of where you live, what kind of car you drive, what home you choose, what your occupation is, who are your friends, if you marry, and if so with whom? Sum it all up and this is your life. So then these choices should be the hardest choices to make or to create, and in some ways...
Jun 1st
May 2011
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Source: talesforchildren        Reblogged: thisisapandasworld: This is too perfect for words. It says it all. ~Kat
May 31st
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Writers of Tumblr: Reblog if you are a writer →
writersoftumblr: Aspiring, published, it doesn’t matter. After discussing the lack of prose writers or our ninja ability to hide behind poetry, with Letters for Burning, I’ve decided to launch this little thing hopping that it will help in someway to gather all the writers on Tumblr. At this time I would…
May 30th
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May 29th
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Emperor's Club
Picture: weheartit.com   Reblogged picture: broken-blossoms Forgiving others has been an ongoing concern in her mind and heart. She has forgiven so many things. There is so much more left to do. Yet hanging onto things that she shouldn’t, past mistakes of her own, is something that she finally decided has been going on long enough.  Recently she watched a movie called “The...
May 29th
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May 29th
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Obsessions
Picture source: 1st-option.net     Picture reblogged: noroomforthepresent  Obsessions, she always had them. As a child, it was reading about Bisque dolls and then it turned to Madame Alexander dolls. She would devour any reading material on the subject that she could get her hands onto. As a teen ager she had watched Palina Poriskova’s modeling career. As a young adult she studied various...
May 28th
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May 28th
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Collecting Dolls
Picture source: eyeofthetigerr        Picture reblogged: bookshelfporn As a little girl, she was obsessed with anything that she could find which fulfilled a need for interest. She found so little very interesting. She knew that it shouldn’t be that way, and was frustrated by her circumstances. For her environment and the things that she was allowed to see, to watch, to involve herself...
May 28th
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May 26th
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May 26th
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Pieces Becoming Whole
Picture reblogged from: girlinlondon  Years went by in a delirium it seemed. A cloud was over every moment, as if in a dream. Life went on in this little, painful, bubble, called hell. Everything was bright and sunny outside. Inside everything was pristine, educated, classy. But in her mind there was a void, of parts, parts of this memory, and parts of that memory, and memories missing where...
May 25th
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May 25th
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No
Picture source: coolstoryangie: When you’ve been tortured, what does it do to your soul? It makes one wary of every corner, every raised voice, or anything even resembling the episode that caused the deep and profound shock and loss. Sometimes loud music can bring on a panic, or someone behind you, even if they are your very own mother. Sometimes it is the simple things, like when two are...
May 25th
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May 22nd
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A Personal Favorite
Picture from: oohcamila My voice teacher, Kenn Gartner, has a student who is having a performance in San Francisco on May 28th, at 6:30 p.m. Her name is Feona Lee Jones. She is a pianist, and a teacher herself. Kenn has a degree from Julliard, and teaches from beginning to advanced students including other teachers. Just like the zen master has a master, so must a performer, no matter what...
May 22nd
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May 21st
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Sugar With Your Tea?
Source of picture: velvet-rose Picture reblogged from: sigilism She always wanted more then what others seemed to think was enough for her. It was strange, they would take the best and give it to her step sisters, but then expect her to want something not as good. And then with her mother her taste was always not right, not good to her, as if that meant that the little girl wasn’t good....
May 21st
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May 20th
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Two Cents
Picture source:  thienbao Everyone with a point of view like’s to defend their own. But when it comes to death, no beliefs are more sacred to the holder. She believes in accepting the differences of all as long as they harm none. But this does not negate her own point of view. She believes in the Bible. However she has had doubts that there is an after life, because she also believes in...
May 20th
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May 19th
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Memorandum Of Today
Recently she has had the priviledge to enjoy private banter, alone time due to ill health, and finding something that she has been searching for. It has been profoundly special spending time with friends. There is a common theme of discussion, the past and the future. When those who want to get to know you better ask questions, it is about the past and the future as well. But in the past, she...
May 19th
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May 18th
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Daddy's Girl
She was a little girl, spending the weekend at her dad’s because it was his turn. She was playing Barbie dolls in the living room, alone as always. He never spent any time with her when she was visiting, unless it was to show her a new video game she could now play, or if it was in the future during a movie with her step family too. But this time, they had not come into his life yet. So he...
May 18th
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May 17th
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The Waters Edge
Picture reblogged from:  noroomforthepresent There are those who settle down with someone while they are still young, have babies, and a life together. Then still there are others whom have chosen a longer path, towards an ideal, or to create an illusive idea. If they succeed, it may go down in history books. Those who do get recorded, seem to have made something of themselves in retrospect....
May 17th
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Love At First Sight by Kat Lyons 
May 13th
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Cobblestone Streets
Reblogged picture from: noroomforthepresent    Cobblestone streets, warm summer sun, looking through window shops, places my mind goes when I like to wander. Imagining small tiny flower patterns, and lots of white, tall ceilings, a hiking trail, and the setting sun over the bay, all things I’d like to do. Arms around my waist, hair falling down, coffee in the morning, typing words that...
May 13th
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May 12th
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Essence
Image reblogged from:  fuckyeahjeannemoreau  All writings by Kat Lyons What is the essence of she? Is it those secrets she keeps locked up inside? Or is it the things she loves, the things that make her heart flip flop just for seeing them? Is it when you look deep into someone’s eyes, who you see looking back at you? Or might it be those things one lives by, a certain creed, all their...
May 12th
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Reblogged from: noroomforthepresent  I love this. I am wanting to live in a house. This would be fantastic. ~Kat
May 10th
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Nickname Sunshine
She has been sleeping odd hours for the last several days. Because she has decided to work on changing her sleeping pattern once again. To be able to do this, to change the time that she goes to sleep and that she awakes, she has to take one week especially to go to sleep later every day, until around a 19 hour change has taken place. This is difficult, and painful, not pleasant at all. She...
May 10th
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Some Favorite Things
Some Favorite Things by Kat Lyons 
May 7th
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Against Traffic
She was never told about the fact that poor children could go to college too, or that she needed to prepare in highschool. The only thing she knew was that she didn’t want to get pregnant that young. She knew better from watching her parents. She thought thirty or even forty sounded like a much better time to be having children then seventeen. But that is all they expected of her, it...
May 7th
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May 7th
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   On The Town by Kat Lyons 
May 6th
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Sunshine On Her Windowsill
Seeing in her minds’ eye yesterday, looking back over the years spent in the country house by the railroad tracks, when all of her melodies began. Looking over the fields, the sun setting, the canals, and what used to be an outhouse in her big backyard, she remembers. Memories, filled with him, the one she nearly married. If he had asked her any sooner, she might have said yes. But he...
May 6th
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May 5th
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Songs Come Knock'n
One day at a summer program for the arts, where she had won an award in voice to be there, a boy had done something special that the teacher was cooing over. She asked him what it was and he showed her a piece of sheet music, and said that he had written a song. She was so impressed with him. He did not think it was much to be impressed by and told her so. But the idea of writing music, how...
May 4th
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May 3rd
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Is It Time?
She had a dream, among others. It was to win a contest that was in Britain, called X Factor. But it was in Britain, and she was in the U.S.A. Now the contest has come to America. It is advertising one season, due in September. She was hoping to audition for it a few years from now, two or three or dare she say four. Because that would give her the time to lose the weight she’s gained, to...
May 3rd