Hatred is the greatest cancer that we must squash.
My happiest childhood memories are of times in our backyard. My mother had an old clothesline that hung out in front. It seemed like it stretched a mile long, and I loved sitting in the sun while she hung clothes.
I feel sublime Then I lose ground Tripping on words That have no sound of love
I would want to be a very present mother. You know, something that I never had.
All we really have here on this earth is those who love us.
I think sleep is unrated.