Ayshela

thank you. not nearly as much bite as i'd dearly love to show a certain someone.. but i'm honestly not sure he's worth the effort.

*hugs* broken *is* too violent a word, isn't it? and i would like to disagree, that everything returns to nothing.. but i can't. so.. *hugs*

It must be nice to be perfect, to always be right in thought, in word in deed. Indeed. It must be nice to make everyone always wrong, to watch them try and fail again. Your gain. It must be nice.

So as a parent i'm evil when i tell my kids they canNOT go play in the street? *innocent look*

*nod* GOOD for you.. for trying anyway, for looking around and seeing what's out here, for daring to move beyond. It's HARD to leave everything you love behind, and even harder to admit it was a good move. Even if you can't be proud of yourself, i'm immensely proud of you. And Papa Peredhil has an excellent point, as usual. Even if you can't believe in yourself, act like you do until you can. *huge hugs*

Hunh. *looks at her schedule for the next few days.* **shidders** umm.. yeah! sure, sounds like fun. never played it before but i think i can figure it out...

*giggles* i love it!!

YES!! yes yes yes!! **happydancing**

*giggle*

Ayshela blushes hotly and accepts her Quill with an embarassed smile. "Thank you all, i'm honoured. i hope only to live up to the confidence you've displayed." Ayshela hugs her friends warmly and looks about for a nice dark corner to slip into, far out of the spotlight.

*sigh* not indicative of my own mother at all, unfortunately. *hugs Wrenwind and X-Sabre* *nods* at Peredhil. True words, and it's so nice to hear, when it comes.

giggles at Peredhil elegantly expressed. i particularly liked this: so exactly *right* well done.

oh! i'm sorry, i hadn't meant to keep you from looking for them, i just thought you wouldn't have time.. and i enjoy a good excuse to go delving through the archives.

did you mean Darkness, or Lost in the Mind? or did i miss one?

OH! *blush* Thank you thank you thank you! *happydances*

Her face is rough, skin worn thick with years of work and worry. Hazel eyes that gleam with mirth, that sort the truth from lies. Calloused hands, worn rough with trying their every need to fill. Time scarred heart, kicked and bleeding, from which the warmth still seeps. Hugs and kisses, words of praise, and limits sharply drawn, because she loves them. Because she is their mom.

triple use within three lines, actually. and that would call on the "hot salty tears" image. welcome back, glad to see you posting!

absolutely! come drag me away from the door, please!!!

oooohhhhhh how did i miss these the first time around? You've a definite knack for taking the thoughts from my head and putting them in words. with the first one, if i started quoting out the lines that especially appealed, i'd have most of it quoted here. the second one is close to that, as well, but the "oh my" factor falls in here: **huge hugs**

i like this. "ungodly tears" to begin with, and "this is the god i know" innnnnteresting.

unfortunately, if the abusers could read the cries of pain they would more than likely cackle in glee at a job "well done". *sigh* i absolutely love these two lines:

hmm. i missed this the first time around. a shame, because i know this feeling all too well, and it is well conveyed.

i do remember reading this as it passed by before and i still feel guilty for having said nothing.. and even yet, the awed amazement at seeing someone else put that deep need to prove yourself into such elegantly honest words.. i find i really have nothing to say because the primary response is to sit nodding in astonished recognition.

i don't know how i missed this the first time around. this is beautifully written.

*giggle* this one was fun.