So, then. You want a story and I will tell you one. But just the one. Don’t either of you ask me for more.
Be the girl you want your daughter to be. Be the girl you want your son to date. Be classy, be smart, be real, but most importantly be nice.
Arise, my love, let us try to set these ashes on fire again!
How is it possible that suffering that is neither my own nor of my concern should immediately affect me as though it were my own, and with such force that is moves me to action?
Is that you giggling away to glory?Or is that just the flowers mingling with the bees and telling their story?
She was a gypsy, as soon as you unravelled the many layers to her wild spirit she was on her next quest to discover her magic. She was relentless like that, the woman didn't need no body but an open r...
I consider my mom and all my sisters my friends.
I'd rather be able to face myself in the bathroom mirror than be rich and famous.
Bad weather never stopped anyone from reaping a good harvest.
The day when the fire that we had lit in our minds reaches our hearts, we will start turning every person that we come in contact with into ashes. We become the ghosts that we always feared.
Real women fight for something, other than their own emotions.