No bonsai for me, all pruned and refined, I'll be the sunflower, chaotic and kind!

Poems to help move through trauma

Identify your stressors in the classroom and eliminate them within yourself!

What a man observes and experiences has effects on the generation of thoughts which align in beautiful order to produce a piece of art.

It matters what you think. And how you feel, you have to do what is right for you. Always go with your gut feeling, no matter what.

Excerpt from Chapter 1; How could I put so much trust into somebody that would betray me in such a way.

This is all about Taylor Swift who is my favorite human on this planet.

I genuinely feel better when I go for a nice walk. Walking brings me peace of mind. I get to enjoy nature, something I believe God created. There is nothing better than enjoying positivity. Take time to feed your inner health (i.e. mental health). Serenity is worth so much.

Title: A Cave of Hope Summary: A person finds themself alone in a post-apocalypse world, hears a voice, and is drawn to what could save them from this wasteland.

As mothers who didn't raise their babies I ask what do we do every year on their birthdays? Perhaps we call or maybe send a gift? My answer...

Who am I?

REVIEW OF THE GAMES

As Dr. Collins stepped into the time machine, a surge of excitement and trepidation coursed through her veins. The machine hummed with energy, and in an instant, she vanished from the present, hurtling through the fabric of time itself. Emerging in the year 1850, Dr. Collins marveled at the sights and sounds of a bygone era. She witnessed the birth of technological advancements, the struggles of humanity, and the beauty of a simpler life. But she also realized the delicate balance of time and the potential consequences of altering history. Dr. Collins meticulously documented her experiences, creating a chronicle of her time travels. She observed the rise and fall of civilizations, the triumphs and tragedies that shaped our world. She witnessed pivotal moments in history, but she resisted the temptation to interfere, understanding the fragility of the timeline. As she journeyed further into the future, Dr. Collins encountered a world transformed by scientific progress. She marveled at the wonders of advanced technology, but also witnessed the consequences of unchecked human actions. Climate change, resource depletion, and societal unrest served as stark reminders of the responsibility that comes with time travel. Returning to the present, Dr. Collins shared her chronicles with the world, igniting a global fascination with time travel. Her experiences sparked debates about the ethics and implications of altering history. Some saw it as an opportunity to correct past mistakes, while others feared the potential for catastrophic disruptions. "Chronicles of the First Time Traveler" became a bestseller, captivating readers with its tales of adventure and introspection. Dr. Collins became a symbo

Just wanted this to be my opening note This was a picture taken by someone close to me approx 6 yes ago amazing

wound and healer are the same? how

We are taxed to the point of causing harm to our people for an always changing climate

Crunch! Crunch! Deep into the depths of the forest, during these cold autumn nights, I hear strange sounds. Like leaves on the ground getting crushed further into the Earth's chilling surface. Walking further into the forest I hear screeching and squealing. The screeching would be coming from the crows up top waiting to drop down to eat the creature down below that is squealing out in pain. Thud! Thud! Thud! I get closer and closer to the sound until I arrive upon a big boulder and all the noise stops. Suddenly, it's like everything in the world has paused. I slowly raise my hand and place it on the big rock while standing on my tippy toes to see what's behind it. The second my eye conforms to what's on the ground, I gasp loudly, because on the ground, right in front of me is a dead rat. I see a fly buzzing around it, calling the rest of them, and so on. Even more bugs gather around and start their feast. I begin cold sweating, panicking as liquid drips down my face from my forehead. I see a hammer near the dead rat, but no trace of anyone. I feel nauseous after seeing that like I'm about to throw up. I turn away, only to meet eyes with another pair. They have eyes that are dark black as if they don't have any at all. The anonymous figure is wearing a dark black cloak with a hood up and you can tell it's a male due to his very broad shoulders and facial hair peeking out. He suddenly reaches out and grabs the front of my pale vulnerable neck. Everything is happening too fast, it's as if time has sped up itself. The unknown male chokes me hard, his strength incomparable as he pushes me up against a tree trunk. He presses harder and I go higher up while the skin on my back starts to burn and most likely, bleed. I put my hands on top of the figure's, trying my best to remove his hands, but I immediately retreat after feeling how cold he is, he's as cold as ice. I attempt to kick my feet, trying to hit the pale face that the moon is shining upon. I succeed in kicking their nose but unusual bright blue blood starts to drip from their nostrils, the man smirks as he drops me to the ground, right beside the dead rat. The anonymous figure then grabs the hammer... Thud! After one hit to my face, my vision becomes vague as I try to look at the stars in the night sky above me. Soon, the whole world begins to collapse as I hear more and more thuds and an uncomfortable sensation in my head. The sky begins swirling and turning round' n round' until all I see is black and I pass out, just as the man had wanted.

Shared Image Nitza Cheri Seems that leaves are falling much faster these days. I try to comfort myself with the somewhat vibrant views of oranges, yellows and chestnut browns on each leaf through the window, but my eyes struggle to keep up with the cars accelerating speed. The road looks overwhelmingly collided; colors are mixed in from the lights beaming from the tails of each car. I can't even tell if the driver is speeding anymore. I feel a growing numbness from the motions of the car, every sign I see, passes with a blur in seconds. The closer we get to our destination, the more I become melancholy at the very thought. I feel that we are getting closer. I can see the jagged writing on each weather stained stone we pass, as we finally begin to slow down in front of our entrance. Every breath I took was crisp and chill from the passenger’s seat alone. The sight of the rusted gates triggered a sensation, causing my heart to race. I noticed, with a brief gaze, the gates were mostly a dark, mossy green with the dried out silver paint chipping off of it. I didn't enjoy the excruciating sound of the afterlife as the doors opened to welcome us.

Sometimes feel a love so strong that it can often be seen as somewhat addictive

We’ve all heard the saying: One man’s trash is another man’s treasure. Unfortunately, that’s not always the case. A man will use and abuse their treasure and then have beef with the recycling man. The case with Mega and his love interest, Mila. A slim-thick, 5’5 with brown eyes, caramelized curly haired goddess. She seemed to love the ground Mega walked on, but she was fresh out of a relationship, so it was hard for him to take her seriously. On top of that, the ex-boyfriend was still trying to make Mila’s life a living hell.