Right time for Recovery? Breaking the stigma campaign. Follow my blog with Bloglovin. After two weeks of bed rest and care in the general w.

The election left everyone confused and divided. So this is the idea. Everyone in this world is a little bit psycho; but everyone is beautiful, too. For many people, t.

My baby, and my books. This is the town with the house with the woman with the fire inside. She arranges her mornings with needles and flowers, becoming quieter. Everyday wishing there is more to life than this great lone pine. They do not talk to her anymore, nor do they visit her with apple pies. The future is a gray seagull, they say, the sun has gone to another.

The things I want to tell myself. To play a jest on us. And the drift of snow hills. Sharing a gallon of tolerance. And an ounce of chit-chat. May your darkness be illuminated.

Have a go at marbling some dark and white chocolate on the top, sprinkle on a bit of sea salt or just go crazy with some colorful sprinkles and edible glitter.

That bewildering clinch of the heart and the mind. Life is a bewildering clinch of the heart and the mind. You may talk with people, listen to their stories, relate it to your own, follow their journey, but you will still have to fight the battle of your life unchaperoned. So the next time you get domineered by judgements, remember only impassionate beings are sure of themselves. And now that you know that its your sole roving, you wont be told its supposed to be right.