And somewhere along the way, she became addicted to her own peace. That changed everything. Because once a woman has tasted the depth of her own soul, attention begins to feel different. She can enjoy it without depending on it.
remembering when i used to live at home and we lived close to one of my aunts and sometimes my eldest cousin (who was like 14-15 at the time) would come over and her and my brother (who was 13-14) would beg me to pick out horror movies to watch with them and i’d be like ok and
TThe shot rang out, the old man fell to the floor in a bloody mess, and after about five seconds, he got back up, the hole in his head rapidly closing.he shopkeeper pressed the barrel of his gun to the old man's head, and the geezer dared him to pull the trigger.
AIfterwards, we walked along the promenade, stopped by a few beach shops, and did a little shopping. I always love browsing through those little stores.t wasn’t anything extraordinary, but somehow it felt like one of those tiny summer moments you’ll remember months later.
is like an intimate moment being ruined by someone opening a door, a warm heat desappearing after a candle was blown. it's a comforting energy being lost in the air while shame and sadness crawls in.