Aura of Criticism
She wears an aura of criticism and judgment.
like some overpowering fishy scent picked up
while exploring or traversing hot wet humid places . 184 more words
There’s an old Chinese legend of a farmer whose horse escaped. But he just shrugged and said “How do you know this is a bad thing?” Later his horse returned with a herd of wild horses, and the old man said, “How do you know this is a good thing?” Then, while riding one of the wild horses, his son was thrown and broke his leg. 100 more words
I think back on the good, bad, and pain of my life and I’m so grateful that I have lived it. Every little piece in and out, every person who passed my way and either graced me or disgraced me with their presence–even the ones who hurt me to the core, I am thankful for– 191 more words
I feel this post sums me up in every way possible. Everything mentioned from partying then needing three days in isolation, to sitting at a cafe and watching people for hours on end just thinking about what their lives are like, what goes through their mind. 367 more words