What am I doing this for? Work. Relationships. Hobbies. I’ve been unhappiest in my life when the question has gone unasked for too long.
How can you tell whether you are genuinely in love, or merely head over heels with the notion of being in love in a foreign place?
While the photo was noticeably low quality, I was able to recognize it instantly. It was the outside of my house.
I as woman am used to inconveniencing men with my hysterics,
or inconceivable, unattainable,
too much work
“The heart has its reasons which reason knows not.”
What good are our thoughts and prayers if they do not lead to action?
People are a combination of rainbows and water. An assortment of mellow colours that gets either diluted or saturated with values, opinions, perceptions, and attitudes, throughout the course of their lives.
Nature has now become automatically equated with goodness, thus frequently cited as a guide for the proper way that things should be done.
Shelli said she married Jerry to get out of her parents’ house: “It was never a great love story anyway,” “But you were crazy about each other!” I said, remembering how much they hurt me in the fall of 1971. “Were we?” she asked. “I don’t remember.”
“I am still in the midst of thinking, but part of me cannot help but feel the chicken has come home to roost.”