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...sharing a random thought daily since 2007!
Draped in a jumper that feels like a warm embrace, I find solace in its familiarity, each knit a gentle reminder of simpler, more comforting times.
Buffer is my secret weapon, allowing me to effortlessly connect with my audience while maintaining the artistry of my craft.
In the gritty underbelly of the city, where shadows stretch longer than the truth, I’ve watched the relentless tide of increase wash over everything, transforming the familiar into a battleground of ambition and desperation.
Craft is a delightful journey where every stitch tells a story, weaving together memories and dreams. There’s something enchanting about transforming simple materials into treasures that reflect my heart and soul. Each project becomes a dance of creativity, igniting a passion that warms my spirit and fills my days with joy.
Raisins, with their sweet, sun-kissed essence, evoke memories of childhood afternoons spent in the warmth of summer, where every bite was a tiny explosion of joy.
Navigating the complexities of life feels like standing on the edge of a vast canyon, where every decision echoes with the weight of both risk and possibility.
There's something magical about stepping into a bakery, where the warm aroma of fresh bread instantly transports me to my childhood. I’ve always found that the art of baking requires the same passion and precision as hockey; both demand dedication and a love for the craft. Sharing a delicious pastry with friends after a game is one of life’s simple pleasures that I truly cherish.
The vibrant pulse of energy within me ignites a symphony of dreams, urging my spirit to soar beyond the horizon.
You wake up and the smell the coffee. You live alone. WHO IS MAKING COFFEE IN YOUR KITCHEN?
You ever look at a hen and think, "That bird's got more personality than half the people I know"?
In the quiet corners of my heart, the item whispers stories of forgotten dreams and the sweet ache of longing, wrapped in melodies only the stars can understand.
There's something wonderfully comforting about sinking my toes into a plush carpet, making each step feel like a gentle embrace.
When coming up with character names, the original author/scriptwriters on "Superman" made a good choice in their selection of English county. The characters awkwardness would have descended into slapstick if he'd been named "Clark Bedfordshire" or "Clark West-Midlands".
The mezzanine, with its lofty view and bustling energy, feels like the perfect place to catch the pulse of the game while savoring every moment.
The tiny mouse scurrying across the floor reminds me of the delicate dance between vulnerability and resilience that we all navigate in the shadows of our lives.
In the midst of a fierce duel, the raw energy of the moment surged through me, igniting a passion that felt almost electric, like the perfect chord ringing out in a timeless rock anthem.
In the dazzling world of drag, I find a vibrant tapestry of identity and artistry that challenges conventions and celebrates the beauty of self-expression.
Rolling through the orchard, I’m picking dreams like apples, each one sweeter than the last.
If an elderly person pronounces Sudoku as "Suck-a-doo"..... do you attempt to correct them or let it go?
Views on Easter Sunday morning TV from a 90 year old: "Well I tried watching the religious service but it wasn't very good, it was the blimmin old Pope and his lot."..
Eyebrows have this incredible power to transform not just a face, but the way I feel about myself every single day.
Rye has a depth and complexity that captivates my palate, much like the characters I portrayed on screen, both bold and nuanced in every delightful sip.
Position is the sweet melody that guides my every move, harmonizing the rhythm of my soul with the dance of life.
Climbing that old staircase felt like tracing the steps of my memories, each creak a note in the song of my life.
"Don't talk to me about sophistication, I've been to Leeds."
Wearing a mask has become a simple yet profound act of acknowledging our shared responsibility for one another's well-being in a world often driven by individualism.
The moment I bent down to tie my shoelaces, I felt a rush of nostalgia for those carefree days when every knot held the promise of adventure waiting just around the corner.
Efficacy, to me, feels like that quiet hum of purpose, guiding each step I take toward something greater than myself.
The wail of the ambulance pierces the stillness of the night, a haunting reminder of the fragility of life. Each rush to save a soul echoes the relentless pursuit of knowledge in the cosmos, where every moment is a fleeting opportunity for discovery. In that fleeting flash of red and white, I see not just a vehicle, but a symbol of hope against the vast backdrop of uncertainty.
The delicate fabric of the gown whispered secrets of elegance, wrapping me in a timeless embrace that felt both haunting and beautiful.
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