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Thursday, June 11, 2015. And more posing- he really is a creative genius. In fact, just the other day I found him writing his name across his stomach before his swim lessons. We should probably be cultivating this raw talent. I probably should have told him.
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Thoughts and feelings. but mostly thoughts. Tuesday, March 3, 2015. 8221; And if you look really closely and kinda unfocus your eyes youll see the words you should feel really, really, crappy about yourself and hate your guts. That kind of talk sounds absurd, but each of us has experienced what its like to feel worldly sorrow. There is nothing really sorrowful about this definition of godly sorrow. It makes us careful. Which makes us want to become clean again through the atonement. Indignation.CONTENT
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I do own two store bought nighties. WHY would I waste time and materials making something that I could buy for less? July 22, 2015.
Always the auntie never the mum.
Se tudo fosse como apenas um escudo que nos protege, tudo seria mais fácil, dilatava-se a nossa vantagem perante os outros. mas eu, tal como tu, choro, e sinto que me faz falta sentir as cócegas que aquelas pequenas gotas me fazem quando me caem pela face, rejubilo quando o sabor salgado me toca nos lábios e me sinto vivo. Arranho a cabeça, afogo-me em dores de parto, desfaço-me naquilo que não posso, naquilo que não quero, procuro dar à alma aquilo que ela me pede mas peco e dou-lhe.