#smokeandflames

[squeakpippa]

Thinking of spring in the first picture. Second picture was me after finding out my parents turned down the heat outside! It’s only 43 degrees. ☹️ #spoileddog #spoiledgirl #spoiledpup #whoturnedofftheheat #bostonterrierworld #redbostonterriersofinstagram #dogsofindianapolis #indybostons #mooresvilleindiana #shegrewupinanindianatown #mooresvillestrong #dogsofindiana #butterfly #butterflies #bubbles #smokeandflames #foryourentertainment #bostonterrierlove #bostonterrierpics #bostonterriernation #dogmom #dogchild #mykidshavepaws #cuteness #cutenessoverload #cutedogs #cutedog #notamused #welovetoseeyousmile #hopewemadeyousmile (at Mooresville, Indiana) https://www.instagram.com/p/B_DNUf6jI3p/?igshid=14toej61f598l

[aheartfullofquestions]

A hero born through tragedy,

Suffered tragedy once more.

And loss that once

seemed to consume him whole,

Seemed to matter no more.

A kid who lost his parents,

Thought it to be the greatest tragedy of all.

But when the father lost his child,

He suffered more.

The light that seeped

into the darkness of his life,

Now seemed to disappear whole.

 How much time with those you love

Is enough to go through life whole.

When everyone you love only gets hurt,

Who is the poison and who the balm.

 Building walls around one's heart,

At times, feels the only option at all.

When a father loses and hurts his child,

What is rationality at all.

 The wound heals with time and grief

But the pain doesn't disappear.

Sometimes it cuts so so deep,

He wonders if the wound ever healed at all.

 With time, love is lost and love is gained,

But the loss pops out more.

At times when the darkness feels so deep,

Does the light exist at all?

 Perhaps it does,

In memories of love lost, and love gained,

In the love that seeps within the heart,

The light still roams.

[digitalpulse-blog]

what are your three top pet peeves?

Not in order: Talk with food in your mouthWhen a girl cant take a compliment and when people assume things

 8.5

[aheartfullofquestions]

A silent knight with steady toes,

A dancer carrying light in her toes.

She roams the street through the night,

Protects the innocent with a hidden smile.

And when the call comes for a warrior's fight,

She stands tall,

And glimmers as the moon in her shine.

Call her what you will,

A warrior, a fighter; a victim, a survivor.

She defines herself with the life within her bones,

And the love with which she fights all night long.

She who was born to be a silent knife,

Prides herself in being a protector of the night.

And every scar that withers beneath her skin,

Is healed by the family she now finds herself in.