Stop glorifying trauma. It's not a lesson!

 














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  1. Pain
    Last things last
    By the grace of fire and flames
    You're the face of the future, the blood in my veins, oh-ooh
    The blood in my veins, oh-ooh
    But they never did, ever lived, ebbing and flowing
    Inhibited, limited 'til it broke open and rained down
    It rained down, like...
    Pain!
    You made me a, you made me a believer, believer
    Pain!
    You break me down and build me up, believer, believer
    Pain
    Oh, let the bullets fly, oh, let them rain
    My life, my love, my drive, it came from...
    Pain!
    You made me a, you made me a believer, believer

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  2. When I was a child, the animals were who sustained and comforted me. I wasn't allowed to play like other kids.

    My greatest sin is not fully understanding what sentient, intelligent creatures they are. Yes, I cared for them, taught my kids to be kind and take care of pets. But I didn't know what glorious friends I had or how much they love me.
    If I had it to do over, my life would be about cats and dogs and never include a person! I can only think of one living person I ever want to see again. My son.
    He knows how to love these critters. Please do! Please take care of Dink when I leave. Please Danny.
    I love you so much. I worry that you don't have family. It's not what I wished for you.
    https://www.facebook.com/reel/347482461636198?mibextid=rS40aB7S9Ucbxw6v

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  3. https://afirephoenixoregox.blogspot.com/2024/11/the-last-trump-rally.html

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