Theresa wipes her face and turns away from the window.
Your personal truth is your gift to the world.
See the world for what it is.BEAUTIFUL!
Bellybuttons are our link with the past.
I once took a poo in the woods while hunched over like an animal. It was AWESOME.
You haunt my days and dreams.
His room was a sickly dual-tone of crimson and charcoal, like an Untitled Rothko, the colours bleeding into each other horribly and then rather serenely. The overall effect was overwhelmingly unapolog...
The only stable state is the one in which all men are equal before the law.
It is always healthy to be honest.
A bird that fears falling off of a tree branch is ignorant of its gifts.
Arise, my love, let us try to set these ashes on fire again!