I saw Mockingjay: Part 2 yesterday and there were so many feels.
It is always a strange thing to read/watch the last installment of a franchise. 132 more words
1. it’s glorious
how the sun never catches its breath
always there, faithful sweetheart,
and all I can do is be.
2. how can I write my own inner self in the form of invented symbols when they are not enough to describe the indescribable of being alive. 252 more words
‘On the Decay of the Art of Lying’, is a short essay written by Mark Twain under the name of Samuel Clemens. Written in 1880 for a meeting of the Historical and Antiquarian Club of Hartford, Connecticut, it would later be published in ‘The Stolen White Elephant Etc’. 298 more words
Think of something that you do really well for the Lord. For example, perhaps you volunteer in the nursery on rotating Sunday mornings: playing with babies or doing arts & crafts is right up your alley. 367 more words