A relapse of the untimely birth of fate, a relapse of the untimely death of flame drenched in the inevitable cause of flowing fortune of bliss and serenity. 204 more words
Ever have those conversations with an old friend that get deep and hit a somewhat intellectual level?
Yeah, as a mum, they don’t happen very often for me; most of my time is spent watching CBeebies, playing trains and wiping snot – oh how I love Autumn and the colds and germs it so lovingly it brings with it! 617 more words