She was drawn to damaged souls like a moth to a flame. by Anna McPartlin

She was drawn to damaged souls like a moth to a flame.

Anna McPartlin

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But pain is hard to put into words and in life there is always pain. It’s as natural as birth or death. Pain makes us who we are, it teaches us and tames us, it can destroy and it can save.

who-we-are birth pain

It's funny how the world works, how we win and lose, how we can never really know what's ahead though we never stop planning. How we survive and move on. There's a sadness that comes with survival, but also more joy to be had.

sadness winning moving

After night comes day. After death comes life. Even at your darkest time look around because you are never really alone. You are loved.

after-death night looks

Suddenly they were dancing, holding each other tight, moving in circles that symbolised their relationship, both afraid to let go, both willing the song to continue while silently their insides tore.

letting-go song moving

You drive me crazy!" "You were always crazy. I just highlight it. by Anna McPartlin

You drive me crazy!" "You were always crazy. I just highlight it.

highlights drive-me-crazy crazy

I need some space." "Because of my past?" "No, because of mine. When I'm around you I feel like I'm falling. I need to stop before I smash into the ground." "Are you always so honest?" "No. Mostly I'm a liar like you.

liars past fall

I thought he'd pick me, I know he has kids, but when it came down to it, I really thought he'd pick me." Tears rolled down her face and her nose ran. She sniffed. "I know I'm selfish" "You're human" "I wanted him to abandon his children

selfish kids children