I am Meg. 31. Resident of Phoenix, Arizona. Most people think they know me, but in reality, don't. I am a lover a graphic arts, my friends, photography, books, quiet places and random moments. I love Eloise, Blythe dolls, Hello Kitty, winning things on Ebay, my iPod/music, texting, and wearing hats.
This is my FRIENDS ONLY space. It is locked simply because there are fuck faces out there who insist on attempting to make my life miserable. If you want to know me, say why and how you found me and a friendship may be sparked!
"Grief is a tidal wave that overtakes you, smashes down upon you with unimagineable, sweeps you up into its darkness where you tumble and crash against unidentifiable surfaces, only to be thrown out into an unknown beach, bruised, reshaped. grief means not being able to read more than two sentences at a time. It is walking into rooms with intention that suddenly vanishes. Grief is 3 o'clock in the morning sweats that won't stop. It's dreadful Sundays, Mondays are no better. It makes you look for a face in the crowd, knowing full well the face we want cannot be found in that crowd. Grief is utter aloneness that razes the rational mind and makes room for the phantasmagoric. It makes you suddenly get up and leave in the middle of a meeting, without saying a word. Grief makes what others think of you moot. It shears away the masks of normal life and forces brutal honesty out of your mouth before propriety can stop you. It shoves away friends, scares away so-called friends and rewrites address books for you. Grief makes you laugh at people who cry over spilled milk, right to their faces. It tells the world that you are untouchable at the very moment that touch is the only contact that will reach you. It makes lepers out of upstanding citizens. Grief discriminates against no one. It kills. Maims. And cripples. It is the ashes from which phoenix rises, and the mettle of rebirth. It returns life to the living dead. It teaches that there is nothing absolutely true or untrue. It shows the living that we know nothing for certain. It humbles. It shrouds. It blackens. It enlightens. Grief will make a new person out of you, if it doesn't kill you in the making."
I love you more than you'll ever know.