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nirvana's daughter bein awake at 4 am cause shes so excited bout starting artschool today
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it's a simple thing actually, my sister rang me from her recent weekend away, apologising for not being able to find me a souvenir and she simply said "I wanted to find osmething to thank you for the past week, but I've not been able too."
It's very true that it's the thought that counts, and knowing my helps been appreiciated is all I need
It's very true that it's the thought that counts, and knowing my helps been appreiciated is all I need
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pm convo with a wonder vixen chick sexy woman person 
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Hearing my nan, who's nearly 100, reminisce about her childhood. They were really interesting stories, too. She told me about a time she went to visit a circus in the nearest big town, and poked a lion with a silk umbrella she'd borrowed off her mum. As you can imagine, the lion went nuts and ripped the umbrella to shreds - then my nan had a real hiding when she got home...
I love hearing old people's stories
I love hearing old people's stories
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I am still holding my breath and I finished reading a good ten minutes ago. Less said the better. Well done. Well done.
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I am still holding my breath and I finished reading a good ten minutes ago. Less said the better. Well done. Well done.
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Getting an email from the wife of a friend of my brother's -- someone I don't even know -- telling us how wonderful of a person she thought my brother was and how he touched her life, when no one else would reach out to her. He made her feel special and cared about when others made her feel overlooked. "That's the kind of person he was." Indeed.
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A quiet moment
like a candle flickering.
Lost in thought and time.
The inhaling
of innocent moments
that touch the heart
sing a lullaby to the soul
and cocoon the mind
in the effortless essence
of ambrosiac aromatherapy.
just a thought run amuck ~
like a candle flickering.
Lost in thought and time.
The inhaling
of innocent moments
that touch the heart
sing a lullaby to the soul
and cocoon the mind
in the effortless essence
of ambrosiac aromatherapy.
just a thought run amuck ~
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My 5 year old's work of art
It seems as if the Craft's presence and influence in my life has made a huge impact on her. I am pleased
It seems as if the Craft's presence and influence in my life has made a huge impact on her. I am pleased
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Nirvanadragones said:
It seems as if the Craft's presence and influence in my life has made a huge impact on her. I am pleased
Gorgeous.
(and.....wuh!)
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everythings gonna be ok now
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Nirvanadragones said:
It seems as if the Craft's presence and influence in my life has made a huge impact on her. I am pleased
Looks like your arms didn't quite make it, though...
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The young Man came to the Old Man seeking councel.
I broke something, Old Man.
How badly is it broken?
It's in a million little pieces.
I'm afraid I can't help you.
Why?
There's nothing you can do.
Why?
It can't be fixed.
Why?
It's broken beyond repair. It's in a million little pieces.
~ A million little pieces: James Frey
I broke something, Old Man.
How badly is it broken?
It's in a million little pieces.
I'm afraid I can't help you.
Why?
There's nothing you can do.
Why?
It can't be fixed.
Why?
It's broken beyond repair. It's in a million little pieces.
~ A million little pieces: James Frey
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"You know, the more I learn about you, the more I love you"
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I'll walk beside you hand in hand
Where the golden surf cries out for land.
With every dream within our reach
Where the sea comes in to kiss the beach.
The Beach: Hobert F. Herpin
Where the golden surf cries out for land.
With every dream within our reach
Where the sea comes in to kiss the beach.
The Beach: Hobert F. Herpin
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I am touched by an invitation to this thread
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I went up to York this morning to pray for you and the baby at the Minster. I'd seen last week that the Archbishop of York was forgoing a week of his holidays to have a 'camp-in' at the Minster, sleeping in a tent in one of the side chapels, fasting and driking only water, all in the name of peace in the Middle East. So I went to add my voice to the others.
Don't know whether you've heard of 'Doctor John' John Sentamu, but he's an unusual guy, a lot different from the normal, run of the mill churchman. He's from somewhere in Africa, a little man with a quiet voice and a gap toothed smile. But he's also got charisma, rather like Pope John Paul in the early days. I took the family to see him when he came to England, strangely enough that was at York as well.
Anyway, 'Doctor John' is hilding a short prayer service every hour, on the hour, and the chapel was packed, in fact the Minster itself was packed. But when he was done praying, he played a piece of music, I think it was Edward Elgar -The Futility of War', a cello piece played by Jaqueline Du Pre, very touching. Only then he said 'for those of you who might be interested, there will now be a short service in St. John's Chapel to pray for those who are ill.
It was like he was telling me to go, so I did, though it was already under way when I got there. I'm not a great one for prayers in church, can't remember when I last went into one. My prayers are for others, not for me, and today was no exception. My prayers today were for you and those close to you, the baby, your daughter, Sam and Fem. So here's me, on my knees in York Minster saying prayers for a Jewish (I'm guessing that bit from your last name) Lesbian, Wiccan, her friends and her family. I don't pray often, but when I do, I go all the way, today I excelled myself.
The thought made me smile as I knelt there, I half expected to be struck dead with a bolt of lightning, but nothing happened. Except then they had a laying on of hands. I asked if they would lay them on me even though the blessings would be for others, and they said yes. So there you are. I've prayed for peace, and I've prayed for health and happiness for someone who means so much to me and to so many others.
It was weird. I didn't get out of bed thinking 'I must go to York today'. It just sort of happened, suddenly I HAD to go. I hope you don't mind me doing it, and the slightly irreverent way I described it to you. It's just that somehow I think you'll understand.
So here are my hugs and kisses for you and yours. Whoever your particular god, or angel may be, they were certainly watching over you. I hope now the pendulum will swing in the opposite direction, that your luck changes for the better and that your life is a happy one.
Don't know whether you've heard of 'Doctor John' John Sentamu, but he's an unusual guy, a lot different from the normal, run of the mill churchman. He's from somewhere in Africa, a little man with a quiet voice and a gap toothed smile. But he's also got charisma, rather like Pope John Paul in the early days. I took the family to see him when he came to England, strangely enough that was at York as well.
Anyway, 'Doctor John' is hilding a short prayer service every hour, on the hour, and the chapel was packed, in fact the Minster itself was packed. But when he was done praying, he played a piece of music, I think it was Edward Elgar -The Futility of War', a cello piece played by Jaqueline Du Pre, very touching. Only then he said 'for those of you who might be interested, there will now be a short service in St. John's Chapel to pray for those who are ill.
It was like he was telling me to go, so I did, though it was already under way when I got there. I'm not a great one for prayers in church, can't remember when I last went into one. My prayers are for others, not for me, and today was no exception. My prayers today were for you and those close to you, the baby, your daughter, Sam and Fem. So here's me, on my knees in York Minster saying prayers for a Jewish (I'm guessing that bit from your last name) Lesbian, Wiccan, her friends and her family. I don't pray often, but when I do, I go all the way, today I excelled myself.
The thought made me smile as I knelt there, I half expected to be struck dead with a bolt of lightning, but nothing happened. Except then they had a laying on of hands. I asked if they would lay them on me even though the blessings would be for others, and they said yes. So there you are. I've prayed for peace, and I've prayed for health and happiness for someone who means so much to me and to so many others.
It was weird. I didn't get out of bed thinking 'I must go to York today'. It just sort of happened, suddenly I HAD to go. I hope you don't mind me doing it, and the slightly irreverent way I described it to you. It's just that somehow I think you'll understand.
So here are my hugs and kisses for you and yours. Whoever your particular god, or angel may be, they were certainly watching over you. I hope now the pendulum will swing in the opposite direction, that your luck changes for the better and that your life is a happy one.
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"You're forgiven."
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12:45am
Instantaneously blood blossoms bloom
I’d mistaken and I’m ignorance of what I stand for...
only as a scheme of light or plan of darkness
for neither shall I find hopes to have me enticed.
Which eye's lines intersect, intercept and breakdown
dry out and turn back into dirt and hope for high tide.
A mile long, a mile wide, a mile as a measure of time
a second is a thousand steps, an hour is an ocean
a day leaves me exhausted, either paths or chances broken
but a mile is my life. And I am damned to walk it
and life trickles down the sides of the tallest mountains
and here I lie, entombed within an inanimate universe
and I lie beside everything unreal and one-dimensional.
With no cause to bother, only my own unannounced humming
of which I’ve grown very accustomed to
Instantaneously blood blossoms bloom
I’d mistaken and I’m ignorance of what I stand for...
only as a scheme of light or plan of darkness
for neither shall I find hopes to have me enticed.
Which eye's lines intersect, intercept and breakdown
dry out and turn back into dirt and hope for high tide.
A mile long, a mile wide, a mile as a measure of time
a second is a thousand steps, an hour is an ocean
a day leaves me exhausted, either paths or chances broken
but a mile is my life. And I am damned to walk it
and life trickles down the sides of the tallest mountains
and here I lie, entombed within an inanimate universe
and I lie beside everything unreal and one-dimensional.
With no cause to bother, only my own unannounced humming
of which I’ve grown very accustomed to
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I love you, you know
I want you to be happy
and I feel it when you're not
I want you to be happy
and I feel it when you're not
