For the love of God - True story - Stories promoten

First she caught a cold.
Then she became strangely forgetful.
Now she's gone
- away and not here -
and if I am lucky she knows
I am that girl
that calls her my mum.
--
"I am scared of the ghosts," I whispered and I crawled onto her bed.
My mum sat up straight and wrapped her arms around me.
"Don't be, they're not real," she said to me.

I looked into her eyes and saw she was lost in a delusion again.
"Mum," I said, "What's wrong?"
She looked up to me, as if she only just noticed I was there.
"I am scared of the ghosts," she whispered and I noticed her voice was trembling.
"Don't be," I whispered, "They're not real."

True story.

For the love of God.

Mix a little foolishness with your serious plans; it's lovely to be silly at the right moment.

Chapter 2.

Mix a little foolishness with your serious plans; it's lovely to be silly at the right moment.

Het klinkt wel aardig, echt. Maar ik kan er persoonlijk niet zo goed tegen als ik weet dat een verhaal waargebeurd is. Sorry. Puur persoonlijk, hoor. Want volgens mij kan het wel een mooi verhaal zijn.

Am I gay? I am ecstatic!

Privacy schreef:
Het klinkt wel aardig, echt. Maar ik kan er persoonlijk niet zo goed tegen als ik weet dat een verhaal waargebeurd is. Sorry. Puur persoonlijk, hoor. Want volgens mij kan het wel een mooi verhaal zijn.

Mix a little foolishness with your serious plans; it's lovely to be silly at the right moment.

Ik vind het echt mooi en orgineel. (:

And remember that, in a world of ordinary mortals, you are a Wonder Woman.

Uneventful schreef:
Ik vind het echt mooi en orgineel. (:

Mix a little foolishness with your serious plans; it's lovely to be silly at the right moment.