I fall in love with places so easily, and Kyiv Ukraine was no exception. Lately I have been hearing it calling to me, “Come back to me, come back...” It actually hurts to think rationally that I will never spend weeks straight there again.
This poem, written by RissaRoo, spoke to me. It said, "This is your daughter, this was her beginning."
After
after the storm
after the cold and chill
after the sky cracked open
and fell, crashing
with the weight of it all
after the darkness seemed certain
the sun broke through
tore wet curtains of gray asunder
and pierced every dark place
with saving light
21 years in the toy aisle at Target
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I am not paralyzedby sadness anymore as I roam the toy aisle at Target I
want you to know it gets better (and then it gets a little worse, but
then it gets...
Pretty Edible Flowers
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If you've been following me for a while, then you know that it's no secret
that I love flowers. My home is brimming with them - fresh flowers,
paintings of...
Paint
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My bedroom walls are purple.
I never really meant them to be. I thought I had picked an elegant medium
shade of grey, one with only the slightest hint o...
Pay here for inclusion I
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Hi. I know. It's been a while and lots has happened (cough The Mighty
finally having to look at the shit job they've been doing, cough, among
other things)...
2 comments:
those eggs are amazing, those pics are hilarious (I'm laughing out loud), and those shoes... um, are for anyone's feet but mine! :)
OMG fatboy, at the Hamster bar, doing the YMCA!!!! Too much
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