These brushes are so pretty in different translucent jewel colors and comfortable to use. I haven’t seen these old fashioned toothbrushes in a long long time. I love the unique colors and soft bristles. Surprisingly, these are made in the USA. These classic toothbrushes are efficient, comfortable, and do a great job without hurting my […]
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Source: Early Christmas
I write no descriptive emotions of others but my own, not because I don’t care but because everyone has the same way of fighting their pain through tears or laughter.
Individual complains for something has not yet been seen and argued, the thing that is being there in itself. Different individual cope with it differently.
For some reason, sometimes is hard to understand when brain empowers the heart of an individual who is expecting to see only scars or bracing themselves for the worst. It’s defense mechanism
Tears become part of a process, of being strong and most of the time become part of being wrong, but the most part of being alone when something goes wrong.
I love myself before I love the one who wants to love myself and that is why until now I cried at night for being left behind because of loving myself after the pain exists.
Sex in relationships before marriage succeeds in making the lady to love the man more and making the man to love the BODY of the woman more. When you engage in Premarital sex you end up loosing out. It may appear that the guy is loving you more but the truth is that he is loving your BODY not you. Premarital sex kills love and redirects focus. Tell that guy NO MORE SEX’ and watch if his attitude towards you will change. He may even think that he is loving you more but in actual sense that love has been adulterated with sex. Any relationship that is SEX-FOCUSED is dead already. The truth is always bitter.
I can’t tell how extremely sad I am. My maid woke me up today, telling me that my 3 baby kitties have died.
I was extremely shocked hoping at least one was still alive. So I went to the box to see them, where I saw the mom inside as always, having one paw on her kitties, hugging them.
They kitties lay motionless as though as they were sleeping, when I saw blood on their necks. I immediately burst into tears and I still am. I touched their bodies, and they were still warm.
My maid told me that she gonna feed the momma cat this morning, when she found out, and actually saw the father cat running away from the box. I now remember who’s the father, which I rarely see around the house, he was exactly like these kitties, orange with a white patch on its face.
I managed to get a glimpse of the cat from far, and he was looking at me with a guilty face, I just wanted to strangle him.
Going back to the mom, she was in the box caring for her babies, licking them, not knowing her babies are gone.
Yesterday, I just told my 4 year old niece in London about the kittens, and she was so excited about them as I was. I couldn’t wait for her to come back and see her expression when she sees the kitties.
I’m just so so sad. I want those kittens back. And they already opened their eyes, which were blue, and they licked and sucked on my finger.
This is just so painful for me. And I’ve yet to name them. =[
Hyper Sprinkle 