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Horror is the feeling of revulsion that usually occurs after something frightening is seen, heard, or otherwise experienced. It is the feeling one gets after coming to an awful realization or experiencing a hideous revelation. Horror has also been defined as a combination of terror and revulsion. I am horror...I am the girl who wears pajamas everywhere because I don't care what people think...I love to dance naked and sing in the rain...I believe in brutal honesty. I hate liars...I love to cuddle...I am the woman you can bring home to meet mom...I like to drive fast....You only have one chance to make me like you....I am not a morning person; The world shouldn't start before noon....If you can make me laugh i'll love you forever....I am a big woman....I am an awesome cook....Oh and you can never have enough cheese...Love me or hate me...this is who I am...My wonderful little boy and myself are currently living at home with my mother. She is the best mom in the whole wide world. I live daily with a heart defect called Right Aortic Arch. It was never detected or treated, and I am still alive and kicking thanks to the grace of God, my father(May he rest in peace), and my wonderful Mother who has taken care of me every step of the way since I have been sick. I love to go out, but I can also enjoy a night at home with a movie, some popcorn and someone to cuddle with. I love fishing, camping, roller coasters and much, much more.
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It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing. It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive. It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain!I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it. I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human. It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithlessand therefore trustworthy. I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's not pretty, every day,and if you can source your own life from its presence. I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes!†It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done for children. It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back. It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
If you woke up this morning...and ate a bowl of stupid for breakfast...don't talk to me
Douche :a word to describe an individual who has shown themself to be very brainless in one way or another, thus comparing them to the cleansing product for vaginas
There's a point in life where you get tired of chasing everyone & trying to fix everything...but it's not giving up...it's realizing you don't need certain people and the bullshit they bring...
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