I just gave them a little scare. A touch of psychological terror. As Joseph Conrad once wrote, true terror is the kind that men feel towards their imagination. (from Super-frog Saves Tokyo)
When the resurrection sings itself in the robin’s glad song, and bursting buds defy the death grip of winter, and you walk upon the yielding earth near my grave…remember that my soul is not there, but rather it is absent from the body and present with the Lord.
If they give you lined paper, write the other way.
I think it’s neat you do what you want. Not enough chicks do that, if you ask me–just tell society and their expectations to go fuck themselves. If more women did that, we’d be better off.
Dear lover, pull my ears and not my legs for it is better to be cautioned than to be lied to.
Pray about everything you want.
Once it’s gone, it belongs to the past.
We do not hold on to the now, and
We do not treasure the future…
We keep receiving this present, but we never open and cherish it until it is too late.
Until it comes no more.
Believe in yourself and the beauty of your dreams.
Never complain, proclaim positive-words.
Then, you will possess the divine grace for a change situation.
May you find the grace of triumph over any situation.