i hope i leave this worldpretty and not in the sensethat i’ve treated it well(although i did)with my presence and not that i vainly want to be good looking when i do i mean i… More
This piece can take you in many directions, but for me, it resonates that this is a story of a woman who is in control of her life. What does it say to you?
I began to pour the whiskey; the drought detrimentally hits my psyche. My melancholy was a symbol of how low things had gotten.
Yet, the history of farming has shown us we could still get a sign that things would get better; maybe we will eventually have a week of rain where our crops would thrive, and we could slide into the red with our harvest. Our human rights end as we want to experience them, end with the constant onslaught of a tested life, bringing hardship to the people. Thankfully, the government helps us during these crises with subsidies.
Seth was looking forward to watchingHead Hunting, the reviews were top-notch, and he was definitely into seeing some bloody action this afternoon. Rotten Tomatoes highly recommended the movie, plus some of his friends said he should take in a show but not take his girlfriend as she would probably faint with all the slasher content. Seeing how she was spending the day with her girlfriends, it was the perfect time to see it.
He paid for his ticket and got situated in his seat. Seth had a habit of sitting at the end of the row, next to the walkway. That way, he could quickly get up to visit the restroom, if necessary. He despised bothering people. Looking around the theater for the first time, he noted the nostalgic feel of it; possibly the peeling…
those alive continuously waver back and forth experiencing one or the other and inhabiting this space in each and every shade in between
maybe it will be the tragic stain of black covering them entirely in darkness or perhaps the gentle brilliance of the sun lifting them into the light
as their canvas layers thicken with experience dabbed hopefully also with acceptance and grace they come away with their unique shading blending the opposing colors of the spectrum
I fell in love with this simple yet complicated image. It’s as if the struggle of existence was captured precisely but also the ease of it at times. Maybe I’m reading more into it than I should but it definitely drew me in. I hope you enjoy it.
As always Candice puts her soul on the page. Her writing, intense and almost feral, always leaves me breathless, and yet sighing for the want she stirs. Oof…
hello
fellow
bibliophile
what is your recommendation
what is the latest you've read
perhaps i would like it too
books are always a cause for celebration
more stimuli for our fantasies
more reflection in our souls
and i get to add another ten
to the twenty
already on my side table
if only getting to the other side was as easy as stepping over the jagged rocks into a picture frame of natural perfection
happiness and grace seem utterly within reach fostering desires of leaving behind what’s pulling us back with concerted efforts we move ourselves forward to a better place
while our surroundings may be deceiving us intention towards fulfillment is not being travellers towards our destiny brings the fortune we are deserving of
![One circular structure (pictured above), which frames the Borrowdale Valley, is believed to have been made from local slate and created by a 'very talented [and] patient individual'](https://i.dailymail.co.uk/1s/2021/05/20/15/43229445-9600285-image-a-76_1621520325158.jpg)
