J.N.R Dutton Apr 4, 2020 in Art Beating Heart Art Design This is a symbol of Life, of Strength, of Love, of Hope. I made it earlier today for anyone who might need a reminder that even though the world is chaotic right now, we can make it through.
Hera Mai Nov 16, 2019 in Lifestyle Have you ever had an out of this world experience that no one would believe?
Char_says. Oct 5, 2019 in Wellness She Who Didn’t Know She's living in darkness.She's sad, broken, rejected, ignored, hurt. Everyday, with tears in her eyes, she looks for hope. She wants a new beginning. Until she saw a golden light. But she tries to fight it, crush it, resist it, refuse it because she thinks it's an adversary. She thinks it came to condemn. What she didn't know, the light came to rescue. It's the hope she's been looking for. It's the new beginning she desperately needs. It didn't rise to reveal her darkness. It came to remove the darkness in her so she could see her true beauty and worth.
Shiv Oct 3, 2019 in Music Do listen to this RAP composed, written & performed by me. Show your love. Honest criticism appreciated too ♥️ P.S. Chorus is not sung by me.
DUNK Aug 2, 2019 in Music DIGGING BENEATH THE SURFACE OF “REALITY”, What is true power and how to reach your full divine potential ❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️
Adult land +18 Jun 21, 2019 in Entertainment Tell me something you can say during both sex and at the table with your family ...👅💦🤣
Sid Miller Jun 12, 2019 in Writing Life: The Lie You know that scene in Harry Potter when he’s making breakfast for the Dursley’s? That’s pretty much how my life feels. My friends, family, anyone and everyone I meet just want so much, and I try to give it to them but it’s never good enough. I’d blow up Aunt Marge too. How can someone ever be rude? What sours in a person to make them like that? It baffles me. Life is such a shame some days. Idk.
Rebekah Mambiar Jun 3, 2019 in Writing Miscarriage 3-22-2019 In my mother's embrace, While yet unseen, I began living. Before I could ask for it, I was given moments. Minutes. Caress. Care. In my mother's arms, I was loved long before I could yearn for it. Before I could cry out for it, I was lent my breath. My movements. My heartbeat. My smile. But while yet unseen, I began leaving My parents' grasp, so loving. While yet unheard I felt my breath fading. I am being called, being reclaimed. Before my race started, I have been called away, out of a world and its crooked ways. And to my Master blessed, who lent me this life and breath, I now yield and say, "Yes." I have been given, And now I am being taken away. In my life's short span I've...
Rebekah Mambiar Jun 1, 2019 in Writing Death I stand in silent anticipation as an old friend drives up my door. He has come for yet another visit-- I swear he drops by more often than before. He has never yet arrived quite unannounced, but he'd always give a very short notice. Yet perhaps no heads up is advance enough for someone's visit such as his. There are always more things to be done, more preparations to look after; And every time that he leaves, there are countless details I wish I did better. So with every goodbye he utters every time he steps out of my place, I would make amends on my planner so as to receive him next time with more grace. It's been eight months since Death first knocked at my door, since I first...