maybe that is why they call it 'life expectancy' but we know we have bad habits... like...
The next time love comes knocking on my door I won't run. I will sit with it for a short while and see if we can get comfortable.
I like how open I am with my feelings and emotions and all that but I'll be very tactful next time and not open up too much
an experience that allows our cup to constantly flow with renewed insights, divine ideas, profound emotions and deep connections.
Don't you think it matters? What do you do with extreme characters? "Unacceptable" comments So you're not moralists? Who do you speak with?
So you can imagine how hard it was for me. I think that is why it is powerful. Because it has affected my whole life
Here’s the pep talk, which we feel is actually the sauce of it all. We have been together for 30 cumulative hours only.
“I found my people.” Say it again please. A little louder this time please. “I FOUND MY PEOPLE!”
In the union of time and being is unfathomable yet profound respect and everything inherently beautiful.
This world awaits to be sought inside of us only for the one outside to mutually open up in divine splendor.
And so I believe, that we are slowly coming about a better world --a better way of living.
These people I have been...
I don't know if my mom and dad just accidentally met and my mom got pregnant and they decided they were going to stay together.
All factors considered, the conviction and determination to do a community project is a remarkable experience in itself.
How emotions marry material description in this is very lovely. This feels like a sunset and a sunrise at once.
I came here for love but handle me with kids’ gloves. Scared, worried and anxious. What does life hold beyond this dark tunnel? Is the light reprieve or just another opening to a darker reality? If I could I’d leave it all behind but I am convinced there is comfort somewhere I cannot see. Tucked between the cracked walls holding up the refuge I call home. Somewhere unmatched logs are stacked together to keep light away but always a stray sun ray shines through. The broken glass reflects color that bleeds onto the walls splattered with the dried blood of hopelessness.
A place where the waters whisper giddily down the stream. My feet rest on grounds sacred. There are voices shouting endless possibilities, “healing, recovery, friendship, no more loneliness!” They beckon, they call out, they drop loud hints like the billboards selling liquor on every highway. I cannot pretend, they…
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