Comparison is NOT the thief of joy
A new way of looking at the old phrase
A new way of looking at the old phrase
there is no such thing as destinations
Back when each kiss really meant something…
“I wish I could travel like you do,” is a sentence I hear a lot.
Maybe satisfaction comes slowly, the way a sun rises gradually into a new day.
Maybe I’m just cynical after being back in the suburbs for a year. The world is calling and I’ll probably answer it soon.
“I have six bullets so I can kill six of you!” he had yelled.
Do you miss your great-great grandparents?
I fear that you have missed how sinfully angry I am this year.
The post I wish I had read before my 20’s.