Dance, in the middle of the fighting. I thought you were really into him. He could not resist, The Judas Kiss. From The Wisdom Well of. How does it feel? .

Day by day nothing changes, but when you look back everything is different. Monday, 11 May 2015. The little girl sneaks into the kitchen, rolls up her sleeves, washes her hands. She silently draws out a bowl and sieves in the flour; making a tiny well she lets the water fill it to the brim and then continues to sort through the flour with it, kneading it into a firm dough. Tuesday, 24 February 2015. An assortment of bottles,. A pot of well brewed Chai. And a dainty little tea cup.

The morning was pretty boring though. Why? Because the first person I texted, replied after a gazillion years. in the afternoon, I caught two kids playing catch catch with my favorite Versace perfume and boy was I scared! The purpose of this post is; We all whine sometimes and complain no one cares. But the truth is;.

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The post below reached me in the strangest of ways. For me though, the pain will burn brighter every day. It will consume everything, until all that remains are memories.