Ethan walks to School Meeting His friend Harold along the way he can’t help but think about the mysterious event that happened this morning, nor could he prepare for the next strange event that was going to happen during school.

This article describes the differences and similarities between being psychic and having extrasensory perception. It also describes some of the history of the two terms that are commonly used interchangeably.

“I Loved You Anyway” peels back the layers of love that begins like a fairytale but fades into something far colder. From whispered promises and long nights to haunting silences and emotional distance, this piece captures the slow unraveling of a relationship that once felt like everything. It asks the heartbreaking questions: How do you unlove someone who swore they’d never stop? Was it ever mutual or did I just love enough for the both of us? Through raw vulnerability and aching honesty, this poem reminds us that sometimes the deepest pain isn’t the end, it’s the fact that we loved them anyway.

Wishing that I could go back and make everything alright again. So I could make everything alright. So you wouldn’t have to cry but growing up is knowing that we must learn from our mistakes. That there is always a way for us.

Have you ever felt like you had nothing going on for you in your life? Or that you constantly felt bored with everything. And then one day someone walks into your life and make it all better. It doesn’t have to be a boyfriend or girlfriend. However it may be a loved one, a best friend or even a complete stranger. Well if this is how you feel you might the able to relate to this character. So keep reading to find out more about your differences and similarities.

As the city hums with neon life, three bold figures stride forth, their vibrant hair and intricate tattoos glowing under the lights. The Flatiron Building looms like a sentinel, casting a surreal glow that pulses with their fearless energy, pulling me into a world where strength and beauty reign supreme.

A mother's finest work of art will always be her children. This explains exactly that from my point of view.

The head says, Enough. The heart answers with a shudder — it does not speak in words, only in floods.

A poem that doesn't rhyme and is scrambled but a loan that will catch the heart of some people and they may relate

Here to give advice and pictures of sunsets and to help people get a better understanding of life and the things that come with it

Day 3 of pouring my heart out to a bunch of strangers because its cheaper than therapy and I don't know how to talk about my feelings out loud. This poem is for anyone who has ever felt like an echo in a crowd, for those who have silenced their own voices to blend in, and for the quiet dreamers yearning to be heard. May it remind you that even the faintest echo can resonate with profound truth.

Is the truth I seek merely a deception crafted by the devil? As the abyss revels in its satisfaction, it remains indifferent to whom I choose to believe or whom I choose to become.

Don’t fall in love with a Cancer because they care too much. They care about how you feel and they’ll be so cautious to never say or do the wrong thing. Don’t fall in love with a Cancer because they have the purest heart of gold heart of anyone you’ll ever meet. They enter relationships with no motives or asking anything of you.

My perception on being in love with a Virgo coming from this experience. Not facts my own personal opinion

one simple process doesn't mean its too good I'm mad so it all goes in the trash because you created it therefore your the dog I'm the super human and I won because your don't know what our doing so other things can happen. View my thing carefully because it just might hurt you when it intended not when you wanted to add to it.

Nothing but cake for me, myself, and everything I have—whether it's taken, given, or even stolen, what stolen, how?... Cake is my favorite treat; it’s a little slice of happiness that makes everything better. No matter what happens in life, the sweetness of cake lifts my spirits. It doesn't matter if it’s a birthday celebration or just an ordinary day, having cake feels like a special moment just for me. When I take a bite, it’s like all my worries fade away, leaving only the joy of this delightful dessert. Cake is more than just food; it’s a reminder to savor the little things and enjoy every sweet moment! "Simply I shouldn't haven't to savor the cake of the cake meaning everything...I want it all back to normal, lets try a simple chocolate cake."

In this entry, it has more notes. It also finishes up with me listing the various plants that I have found and recorded in both Nature Journals.

Day 2 of pouring my heart out to a bunch of strangers because its cheaper than therapy and I don't know how to talk about my feelings out loud. To every soul who has ever painted a smile that wasn't their own, hidden behind a carefully constructed facade, or felt the silent ache of not being "enough"—this poem is for you. May you find a flicker of recognition, a whisper of understanding, and the courage to eventually shed the mask and embrace the beautiful, authentic self that has always been there, waiting to be seen and loved.

"Finally made it to Bilbao! A personal travel story and guide to the best of this Basque city. Discover Casco Viejo, pintxos, the Guggenheim, and hidden gems in the heart of northern Spain."

You are not your worst day. You are not your addiction. You are not what happened to you. You are worthy of love, support, and a second chance.**