Here is a song about how God knows all about each one of us, loves us anyway and desires to have a personal relationship with each one of us. Walk and talk with me. Spend some time with me. You know when I sit and rise. You perceive my thoughts from afar. You delight in me your precious child.

Description of Love by Rumi. A true lover is proved such by his pain of heart;. No sickness is there like sickness of heart. A lover may hanker after this love or that love,. But at the last he is drawn to the KING of love. But love unexplained is clearer.

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My adventures with ALG, crosstalk, lakorn, and everyday life in thailand. The lakorn itself is far from typical, and well worth watching. This entry was posted in lakorn. ต เต า ก บ ร เร อ.

The journey of recording and musing over little lights. Thank you so much for stopping by. We are two young people who wish to discover, write, draw, talk about hobbies that shine like little lights in our lives. We also want to share with you stories and photos about people and things that we consider lovely enough to light up this world. To read more about our idea.

If you want to be a hero well just follow me. I woke up with no memory. All alone in my bed. I stared at the mirror. A strange feeling in my head. An ant crawled up to me. You must be The Giant Ant. She led me to her home. Too small for me to fit in. She gave me a potion. To help me slip in. I drank it all at once. I remained a giant ant.

The REAL thoughts of a Bipolar Mind. Want to be a Guest Blogger? Pregnancy and Bipolar Disorder an Article by Gemma Hales. Gemma sent me this wonderful article she wrote about Pregnancy and Bipolar and I want to share it with you all. Thanks Gemma for such great info! Understanding Bipolar in Pregnancy. Did you know that historically doctors would advise women who suffered from bipolar disorder simply to not get pregnant? Maybe one d.

8220;We were completely visible and simultaneously, completely invisible. To be seen, to be heard, to go unnoticed. Shadows in the constant night. Bugs to serve no other purpose than a nuisance. That was what we were. That was the theatre our weekends had morphed into. A realism of chaos within a world of uncertainty. Dark Skin in Jaded Days. Falling, and falling slowly.