It's a rainy day in New York City. I don't think he has a case. Sometimes

people would rather spend life chasing vengeance than enjoy peace and gratitude now.

I advised him to forgive the cops who set him

up. I hope he does.

I wish that I never would never die. I hope that I do, anyways.

remember d-day

The only good Fascist is a dead. I'm not Holden Caulfield. just because you write something on a typewriter, that doesn't make it poetry.

teach me how to be happy and accept that i am broken.teach me it how to breathe through the tears.teach me how to laugh when there is here is nothing left to laugh at. show me that my heart and brain are not to be ashamed of.

This is just a great great place

hello again hello, it's me. i've been wondering if after all this time you'd like to meet.to go over everything.hello. i love you and you are worth it. always remember this.

i still guess what i want to say is i still love him.

into this wisdom of love let my country awake.

into this wisdom of love, Father let my country awake.

freedom is a curse on this generation that is walled in i never know what time is right for me to say that.

the faith baptist class of 2017 was here

blue blue blue blue blue

It was a dark and stormy night. Not really. The storms evaporated around usin away that seems desert like. No one can explain it

damn im hungry. want some sushi.

God, how I need this. tell me what to do. should i go with my heart or withmy brain. after 6 years of marriage, i realize, or rather i finally accept

the feeling of not being in love anymore. i will always love him

but we are just too different. he wants things in life and i want

thoughts...just too different. he supports me and cares for me but

he doesn't get me...we're not on the same page. so it saddens me but it

frustrates me to no end that he finally notices. where was all of this

from the beginning? I'm mad that he ruined what could have been a happy

life for the both of us because he was too lazy or comfortable to notice

or care. I'm tired. I'm tired of the lack of affection in our relationship.

I'm tired of being the one to constantly have to be the cheerleader for him

or be the one to bring him out of his stubborn small-town life shell. I wish he could

have surprised me for once or just be in tune with me for once..notice...pay attention...

actually love me.

the worst part about this mess, this beautiful mess, is that i know my decision:

I know where I want to go in life, who I want to be. I want to be able to be me,

be free, yet I don't know how to get there. Mom said to always trust the universe

and not worry because it will provide the answers. I do and I will and I'm finally

looking forward to being truly happy. Der Weg ist das Ziel.

the man diedthe next night and the girl was never seen again.

but she was still around, the question is, where is she?

welcome to the never mind story.what happened next?

The man walked quietly away from her. She was glad.

We think that we are in the most unique of times. But things havealways been unique. Our time is just faster, that, is a fact.

Now is your turn.

Why Donald?

breathe still. feel less stale than it did before, these are the moments we live for,wish for on 11:11 and shooting stars, praying, searching for a formula that will

bring them faster, sooner, closer.