The Wit, Wisdom, and Weirdness of Bo Lumpkin. Here are some of the things that I have been working on this weekend. I spent a lot of time sorting beads and trying to organize some things but I always get back to making jewelry. Making it is more fun than organizing. I have been really busy lately with my Jewelry.

Growing roots in Siargao Island. On dreaming reality and realizing dreams. Growing roots in Siargao Island. On dreaming reality and realizing dreams.

The Qbox is a container that needs to be filled up of questions. In simple words, it is how the world should work! The Qbox contains questions about different topics where the answer is made of YOU. YOU and your answers or questions will be unique because part of a community.

Without a Destination, a Journey is Just Wandering. 8220;Okay, so why do trolls like to live under bridges anyway? 8221; Kevin asked as the squad car drove them away from the homeless shelter. Brigitte, the person in charge of the shelter, had told them that Fraaphknot lived under the Brooklyn Bridge.

Lamentations of a Depressed Poet. I Am The Vessel That Cannot Flee. An atrocity made its way up the hills. The people here are crestfallen, The voices have ceased calling. They do not know how such stupendous masses could possibly climb up the precipice. Fleeing their homes in terror, In trepidation of cruel malice.

All on my yellow beanbag. I found my drug,. Right after that plunging knife. Dug deep into my gut. Once then twice then another round. Till there were streaming tears with a watery smile. The kind of pain that cripples you. The kind of love that kills you. The Art of Letting Go. Can she handle a day on campus without drinking vodka? Will she .

A bit of a rant I guess. Posted in Who I am. I see your face,. And know that you are the one. Sun rises and falls,. And our lives carries on.

The life of a carer by the Wayward Nan. The trials and tribulations of being a disabled carer. The diary of a disabled carer. I care for three people, my son 25 with adhd and who is in psychosis, my daughter 19 who has bi polar disorder and my mum -i share caring for her with my younger sister. This is the life and trials of a very busy, very poorly carer and how i fight a daily battle to just be me yet be at the beck and call of everyone else.