Some songs are bold, some are crisp, and yet others are strong. This song is beautiful and the camerawork brings out an element of proximity that is magical. This could be your perfect companion …
Source: WORDS AS WEAPONS – BIRDY
Some songs are bold, some are crisp, and yet others are strong. This song is beautiful and the camerawork brings out an element of proximity that is magical. This could be your perfect companion …
Source: WORDS AS WEAPONS – BIRDY
we are but water pure gift of the heavens sweet essence enriched by a few mortal molecules moving in thrall to the call of a soundless invisible gravity washing the weight of our liquidness over th…
Source: Human Waters
I don’t know how long I sat there. My hands were clasped in sweaty-palmed desperation. My eyes were shut and my jaw clenched. The office bustled around me and phones rang. I ignored the morni…
a smile a cuddle a sigh a cry a scream a hand it’s a boy,
hold him he’s beautiful your eyes your hair i love you
ready dear hold this opens car door careful now safely in
oops dear nearly slipped here’s the diapers
he’s clean
bottle mix burps a bit got it up relaxes begins to snooze
a fireman maybe a doctor she sighs could be a teacher
images pictures habits relentless the shape of things to come
twenty years later what became of the little man,
anyone’s guess what we do wrong nobody has the answers,
amen.
see her head turns looks down want some of that, hey!
it’s the way you rare them i suppose!
Source: Sunshine Spots
I am no6t sure why t4his is the case. 1Is it jus5t my s2pell-c0hecker, or does your s6pell-c7heck5er le4t you get aw4ay with it t2o0? M8ay3be you can l8et m4e k9n5o3w.
Source: My sp7ell-chec3ker doesn’t seem to min4d when I sti2ck numb3ers in m9y words…
Source: Okay, so…
Source: My Spiritual Journey
bruised cut and bleeding she lies on the floor, the small eyes stare from under the table what happened, his mind dented, a memory that won’t erase easily. She wipes her face looks at her hand, examines the blood on it then she see’s, it wasn’t meant to be like this she sighs, she takes him to her arms, her blood on his back as she tries to smother him lovingly, stuff a little child should not see.
Solomon listened, he was reading the story of a fallen hero, who never knew he was one of the addicted, Solomon
remarked, this has been going on for fifty years, well, only those with the cash can afford therapy.
amen.
Johnny Manziel has a substance-abuse problem. He’ll have to save himself before he can even think about football.