I’m such a sickly child.
I’m not sure if I have a cold or if it’s allergies, but my head has so much pressure building inside of it, my chest is hurting, it’s hard to breathe, my nose is running, blah blah blah.
I just got gone from exploring. I went to Barnes & Noble. Bought new books :) and then went to H•E•B for some cold medicine. Now I’m going to watch Sweden v. Portugal, hopefully fall asleep, and wake up feeling better.
I wonder how many there are who cry themselves to sleep to night.
We have forgotten what rocks, plants, and animals still know. We have forgotten how to be.
Life is pretty simple: You do some stuff. Most fails. Some works. You do more of what works. If it works big, others quickly copy it.Then you do something else. The trick is the doing something else.
Will someone come cuddle with me and this kitty.
I want to kiss her.
Not because I want to feel the softness of her fair lips or the warmth of her breath as she exhales against me.
I want to kiss her because I can’t think of any other way to fully express the beauty that she is. I want her to know that I see her as perfect. That she is perfect.
Taking a breath in the midst of everything. Back to Blue.
I like it when it rains hard. It sounds like white noise everywhere, which is like silence but not empty.
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