“Look at you, you have to make it perfect.”
This was an accusation that I regularly faced from my best friend growing up, and for a long time I really didn’t get it. 1,032 more words
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Strange things are happening on the remote and snowbound archipelago of St. Hauda’s Land. Magical winged creatures flit around the icy bogland, albino animals hide themselves in the snow-glazed woods, and Ida Maclaird is slowly turning into glass.
Strangers at the door. Unannounced. Unexpected. I get the feeling it happens noch häufiger hier in Bocklehoma than anywhere else (other than perhaps in the Coggeshall Triangle where curious goings on are said to happen and if you have ever been to a boot sale in and around Coggeshall, … 332 more words
Because at some point of life, I realised that details are all that mattered. Trying to decipher complex thoughts, trying to understand the reason behind the smirk, behind a mouth cringing response to pain, finding out inappropriate messages through facial expressions. 23 more words
We’ve all been in a situation where someone smarter than us, or at least more prepared, cornered us, and challenged our faith in God. 48 more words