Date Range
Date Range
Date Range
Thursday, July 15, 2010. So this is what I am going with for now. I love the extra details on the surround, I may paint over the drawer stripes at some point but for now its adding something extra to the pretty plain room. Monday, July 12, 2010. Preppy Perv on a groping spree. This just happened to pop up on my computer somehow when I was searching on google and I just could not resist sharing with you. Check out the whole story here.
Follow me, Melissa, on my adventures as a college, sorority girl living the pink and green life. Sunday, June 27, 2010. Head over to Persians and Pulitzer. And enter this fab giveaway! Wednesday, June 16, 2010.
Monday, 15 September 2014. By Friday morning, it will all be over. With equal joy and melancholy. Its utterly incomprehensible lyrics perfectly reflect the tangle in my heart. I see most of them because they, too, no longer live in Scotland.
I shifted my attention to the children playing on the shore. The smile on their faces was really infectious. I watched them run, play and swim. I signaled my wife that we should take a swim too, and together we descended into the waters. We were so delighted how the sea maintained its virginal state. Right beside our Science classroom is another ro.
Living my life as a Empath. My weight struggles as an Empath taking on the worlds problems. In this world and one foot in the next. This dreamy quality can be misconstrued as evasiveness. It is often difficult for Pisces to take a stand on anything. In fact to some, they seem quite unable. Yet when trying to manage.
The Freedom and Power of Authenticity. Again, who gets this? Who is with me? Tell me your stories. Ghost at the Foot of My Bed. The next thing I remember wa.
What does it feel like to be an ocean? Or a tree swaying in the wind? How about being a newfound love? Or birds roosting in new nest? Or new parents who see their newborn smile for the first time? Or a newborn mesmerized by the big moving things with five moving thingies at the ends? Have you ever wondered what the rock under your feet is feeling? Or what the mountain thinks? Letter to my lost love. We were once so close, I told myself time and.