Slander and despair are in the enemies’ eyes
But their trumpets and guitars are happy
So what does the music sound like?
It sounds like a million angels, not knowing that they’re being slaughtered.
Loving Life and Inspiring Others
Listless: Lacking zest or vivacity
A blog for short stories
These dreams of dread, I sprout, All souls so weak, they rout. These gnarled roots of mine, they bind, All souls of so feeble, a mind.
The thin line between bullshit and cowdung
Animals, Gift Ideas, Travel, Books, Recycling Ideas and Many, Many More
Beautiful photos of hiking and other outdoor adventures.
لا أحب الصراخ بحنجرتي, فصرخت بأصابعي وأصبحت كاتبة. لــ كوليت خوري