But now I don’t know what to think. It started when my Uncle Henry died. He was kind of a loony tune, and always had been since I was a child. He used to terrify me, and I would cringe anytime he pressed his wiry moustache against my cheek in greeting.
"The Hustle Myth 'I grind 4 hours on content every day.' That's not a flex. That's a red flag. 4 hours × 365 days = 1,460 hours/year on content alone. That's 60 full days. Just creating posts. Not building. Not strategizing. Not resting. There's a better way."
TThe closer it looks, the more the flower sees. The grass is not bothered by the tall of the trees. The grass is content being what it is, playing it’s role and sitting in the breeze.he flower slumps and looks at the dirt, it sees all the grass and keeps its eyes downcast.
C"an y'all help me figure out what this means?RDedication and Adoration through art often create the purest of mediums"
andom quote that I had pop up in my head
Mes questions s'effacent, noyées dans la masse
Tu n'leur as donné ni place, ni grâce
Je t'ai écrit mais les lettres s'entassent
Au final, je crois que je perds la tête
Le mal se promène en poussette
J'lui ai mis deux trois paillettes…