I convinced myself that everything was going to be okay. This is what happens when you believe in in hope. Karma comes around and destroy it.
Katie McGarryPeople laugh as I pass. They're judging me and their judgment is spot on. I don't belong here. I never have.
Katie McGarryStichwörter: beth
Su corazón sigue en el ritmo constante del que he llegado a depender. Isaiah es mi roca. La cadena que me mantiene unida cuando estoy lista para derrumbarme. Es el ancla que me mantiene a flote cuando me voy muy lejos. Su corazón ha sido el único ritmo constante en mi vida y no quiero dejarlo ir.
—Te amo.
I’ll do it,” she said before she could talk herself out of it.
His dimples flashed as he slapped a hand over his heart in mock surprise. “Just like that?”
“Did you want me to argue with you first?”
“Hell no, but I had pictured this conversation going somewhat differently. You’d get all offended I didn’t think you could do your job and then you’d get all pissed off and accuse me of trying to be the boss of you and then…”
“And then?”
“And then I had kinda pictured us having make-up sex. And then christening-the-new-office-chair sex. And maybe christening-the-old-office-desk sex because, as far as I know, it was never christened. And—
Stichwörter: beth kevin-kowalski
He was swaying back and forth with their daughter gazing adoringly into his face from the cradle of his arms. “I’m going to do my best to make sure your life is awesome, but it won’t always be. Those are the times you need to dance in the kitchen the most. It’s good for your soul.”
Beth sighed and leaned her head against the corner of the wall, as enchanted as Lily by the soft, tender timbre of his voice.
“You don’t even need music,” he told Lily. “You can dance to the music in your head. Hopefully not to that country-and-western shit your mother listens to, though. Oh… damn. Don’t say shit, Lily-bean. Or if you do and Mommy hears you, don’t tell her you heard it from me, okay? Tell her Uncle Mike said it.
Stichwörter: lily beth kevin-kowalski
Why do you have to be such a nice guy?”
He flashed his dimples at her. “You’ve met my mother. Too scared not to be.
Stichwörter: beth kevin-kowalski
MY BETH.
Sitting patient in the shadow
Till the blessed light shall come,
A serene and saintly presence
Sanctifies our troubled home.
Earthly joys and hopes and sorrows
Break like ripples on the strand
Of the deep and solemn river
Where her willing feet now stand.
O my sister, passing from me,
Out of human care and strife,
Leave me, as a gift, those virtues
Which have beautified your life.
Dear, bequeath me that great patience
Which has power to sustain
A cheerful, uncomplaining spirit
In its prison-house of pain.
Give me, for I need it sorely,
Of that courage, wise and sweet,
Which has made the path of duty
Green beneath your willing feet.
Give me that unselfish nature,
That with charity divine
Can pardon wrong for love's dear sake—
Meek heart, forgive me mine!
Thus our parting daily loseth
Something of its bitter pain,
And while learning this hard lesson,
My great loss becomes my gain.
For the touch of grief will render
My wild nature more serene,
Give to life new aspirations,
A new trust in the unseen.
Henceforth, safe across the river,
I shall see for evermore
A beloved, household spirit
Waiting for me on the shore.
Hope and faith, born of my sorrow,
Guardian angels shall become,
And the sister gone before me
By their hands shall lead me home.
Stichwörter: beth
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