Thank you for sacrifing the small amount of time that we do spend together feel worthwhile. Thank you for giving me memories that will last a lifetime.
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Often described as the "Little Paris of Middle Europe"! The capital of Hungary with a city view that took my breath away instantly. The local currency is Hungarian Florint hence you have to change to euros before changing to florint in Budapest itself. Put on a pair of comfortable shoes and they will take you to the city full of wonders. First stop, t he bridge that separate Buda & Pest. Chain Bridge is part of the UNESCO World Heritage Sites and is the number one and most used symbol of Budapest. At the time of its construction, the Chain Bridge was the suspension bridge with the second-largest span in the world. I was amazed by the history of the stone lion statue and read up on it that the sculptor had killed himself due to the rumours that the lion statue has no tongue. Crossing over to the Buda side. Buda sits on rolling hills while pest expands into wide boulevards. Walking uphill and i came to this famous landmark in the di...
What It Means To Love A Girl Who Has Lived Through Trauma
A girl who has lived through trauma has lived through a situation where her body, her mind, her self was not her own. Where she felt disjointed, ripped from her self, safety, and sanity. It was a moment, an experience, a something where her trust was smashed, h er worth was gone and all there was was pain. A girl who has lived through trauma is the girl who was pushed into the deep end of the pool when she didn’t know how to swim, but somehow found her way to the ledge anyway. She walked through a forest fire and didn’t succumb to the smoke, but dealt with the burns and made it out in spite of the flames. She found herself in free fall but refused to break upon impact. She survived. She did. But the thing about trauma, is that even when it is over it never really goes away. And sometimes trauma is loud. Sometimes it’s the monster banging at the windows and screaming gutturally and demonically inside of nightmares. It’s nails on a chal...
Another year is passing thur, living in a time where many of us are obsess and worry about the future. Elbowing and racing each other to see who can get there better and faster. Sometimes without even asking ourselves if "this is the pathway that i'm heading towards" but no matter what turns out to be . .. .. i am thankful for the nights that turned into mornings, lungs that turned healthy, friends that turned into foe, strangers that turned into friends, dreams that turned into reality, “For last year’s words belong to last year’s language And next year’s words await another voice.” ― T.S. Eliot Cheers to 2017 =)
