“Through a Glass, Dimly”
It is there.
It is there behind every moment of your life.
It is bleeding through art, through arguments, through dinner dishes and late night cry sessions. 846 more words
An brief encounter I had yesterday with a lovely young man has inspired me to write my first post here.
I was racking my brain to thing of the topic of my first post, I can often put too much pressure on the beginning of things, as if they must be perfect because they are the first. 366 more words