I somehow found my whereabouts and noticed a deformed, almost chinless man gesturing me through the tiny cellar window.
I got to my feet and slowly made my way to the back end of the partially lit cellar and slipped on what appeared to be fresh blood dripping from the ceiling.
(Continued from Mytwosentences 47)
(Photo: Edward Roads)
Written by Edward Roads
Freedom from Want by Norman Rockwell
Right, so Im not so sure that Norman Rockwell’s famous print, Freedom from Want, is an accurate portrayal of what Thanksgiving truly is.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve romanticized the ability that the Holiday’s have to unite the family. Especially Thanksgiving. In my head, it’s a time when we should all gather ’round the table together, enjoy an old-fashioned specially prepared meal, and recognize all that we have to be grateful for.
As you walk through the door of the of the home where you’ll be celebrating the big day, you immediately notice a blazing fire in the fireplace as you shake off the cold and bits of snow that stick to your wool jacket. As your host helps you with your scarf, gloves and dish that you’ve brought to share, your senses are assaulted from the aroma of pumpkin pies…
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This blush palette is an amazing find for the price. These shades can be very soft on the cheeks but can also be built up to a more intense color. I have done a review on the dark version of this blush palette which you can view here.
As I mentioned in the other review, I really like the packaging of these palettes because they contain a huge clear mirror and are fairly sturdy as the blushes stay in place and don’t pop out, unless you want them to. You can also switch up the shades between the two blush palettes, the illuminating, contour, foundation, and bronzer palettes that they have and be able to carry four products in one palette for travelling and convenience.
The formula of these are great; they are very pigmented, so I suggest using a light hand and then building it up…
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Yesterday, somebody interested in joining my therapy groups was describing her life, her feelings, her past, and her behaviors, when she asked me
Is that normal?
Is that normal that she asked that question? In a normal week, somebody — struggling through pain, who has survived amazingly challenging experiences — will ask me
Is that normal?
I guess it’s normal to worry about whether you’re normal.
My normal response is often this:
I hear that you want to feel better and move on. That sounds normal to me.
Is that normal?
Is that normal to take pictures intuitively, not knowing how I’m going to use them in a post?
Is that normal for WordPress to arrange those pictures that way? Is that normal to wonder whether some of those pictures seem more normal to you?
Normally, I share music in my blog posts. My new normal is to wait for…
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They said I am dark.
I say misunderstood.
They said I try to be different.
I say I AM different.
Maybe they should listen.
Haten’ on my dreams.
I can’t stand it.
They said I can’t sing.
I say I can.
They said I won’t make it.
I say I’ll prove them wrong.
They said I’m influential.
I say I don’t need them to tell me who I am.
They talk behind my back.
They made me believe.
I know now.
This is fascinating!
I hope you enjoy as much as I did.