On the side of excessively thinking of the past, we might let past hurtful times keep defining us and, by not letting go of them, relive them in the present.
aut the choice—two books held in front of you: one is yours (your lyrics), one is hers (her poems) for you.Yntil you recognize it, frightened
aou barely see it; it is blurred
Yn unthinking hand.
our settlement puts her cold hand in your rear pocket,
What do you think are the wider consequences when a U.S. president publicly believes that a foreign leader is still alive during a major international conflict?
Why does my phone decide that the exact moment I stop posing is the perfect time to reveal my true, chaotic form? I am 100% convinced that my phone is sentient and simply enjoys humbling me on a daily basis. Send help. Or a better mirror.
They were driving to my house. So I pulled my grocery notepad closer, clicked my pen, and started writing down every word. My name is Dorothy. I am seventy-three. My husband Raymond has been gone four years now.