ROSIE IS MISSING IN BROOKLYN. Last seen near Grand St and Catherine St, she's 18 pounds and chipped: 985112006350322. If you've seen or found her please call 888-466-3242 and PLEASE RT ROSIE!
@laflamme_sharon I never lost her. She's been with me all along. 🥰
This does not mean the road has been easy, but somehow I managed, and that says a lot.
You are not lost, you just haven’t found the amazing, loving, divine soul that you are. 💥❤️💫. U keep passing her by looking for someone or something outside of yourself to fill the hole. She is right inside, waiting for you #lovethyself w/ us!
Reconnect 2 UR divine essence!
"Our embassies and military bases are used for trafficking children. We breed children for pedophilia and child sacrifice.
The right of passage for our political leaders is to abuse children, engage in pedophilia and kill them.
Pedophilia is the induction glue. It is how the deep state recruits and control people....it is also the Achilles hill. I believe that once the public is fully aware that the government isn't interested in protecting their children, everything about the government would be called into question.
I am on record as a former CIA operations officer saying, that our bases overseas are not there for national defence, they are there to serve as lily pads for the smuggling of guns, gold, cash, drugs and small children."
Robert David Steele.
(1952-2021)
Former CIA case officer
Cofounder: U.S Marine Corps Intelligence Activity.
Pioneer: Open Source Intelligence.
Board Member: International Tribunal for Natural Justice (ITNJ).
My neighbor threw this sofa on a plot of land close to our house, as we don't have the money to buy a new one, my 79-year-old grandmother and I restored it, re-coated it with fabric scraps that we received donations from friends. I found it so beautiful that I decided to share it here in the group, I want to value the work that grandma did with so much love, I hope you like it.
In Japanese, “tsundoku” means collecting books and letting them pile up - not for neglect, but for the joy of knowing they're there, full of untold stories.
📍Kinokuniya Book Store, Tokyo
My daughter stopped coming out of her room six months after her best friend died in a car accident. She was fourteen and the grief swallowed her whole, turned her into this ghost who only existed behind a closed door I wasn't allowed to knock on. Her therapist said to give her space, her father said to give her time, but I was watching my child disappear and nobody could tell me how to pull her back. I'd stand outside her door at night listening to her cry and feeling like the most useless mother who ever lived.
She mentioned once, months ago before everything went dark, that her friend always said if she could paint her room any color it would be hot pink because her parents would never let her. Such a small stupid thing to remember but it was the only piece of her I had left that still felt alive. I bought the paint on a Tuesday, the kind of bright aggressive pink that makes your eyes hurt, and I didn't ask permission. Just walked into her room while she was at a therapy appointment and started painting her door. When she came home she stood in the hallway staring at it and I thought I'd made a terrible mistake, crossed some line I couldn't uncross.
She touched the door and started crying, said "this was her favorite color." I told her I knew, that I remembered everything she'd ever told me even when she thought I wasn't listening. We spent the next three days painting her whole room together, barely talking but working side by side. Found custom drawer pulls and hooks in a shop in matching pink and installed them while she told me stories about her friend I'd never heard. Started a small shop myself actually, selling painted doorstops and coat hooks in wild colors, every purchase going into a fund for teen grief counseling. My daughter helped me photograph them last week and I heard her laugh for the first time in eight months. This door didn't fix everything. But it opened something between us that had been locked shut. Her friend would've loved how bright it is. My daughter says the same thing every time she comes home now. That's enough.
By Jasmine lamb
I’m moving tomorrow and the older lady who lives next to me stopped me in the hallway tonight. She said, “I’m really going to miss you.” I smiled and told her I’d miss her too, and then she said something that completely broke me.
She told me every time I went out at night with my friends, she would stay up. She wouldn’t turn off her TV, wouldn’t go to bed, wouldn’t fully relax until she heard my door close and knew I made it home safe.
This whole time I thought I was just living next to a quiet neighbor. Turns out I had a guardian angel through the wall.
I’m leaving tomorrow and now I can’t stop thinking about all those nights I stumbled in late, tired and laughing, not knowing someone next door was listening for that small click of my door just to feel at peace.
Some people love you softly. So softly you don’t even realize you’re being cared for. 🖤😭
Do not grow old, no matter how long you live.
Never cease to stand like curious children before the Great Mystery into which we were born.
Albert Einstein