Reason why we lose our eyesight when we get old..

I'll be 33 years old this August. And shit, I feel 20. And I just know reason why everyone loses their eye sight when we get old. Aging is a process of getting old. From the moment we were transferred from our father's body through d*ck, until we come out of our mother's womb, we... Lire la Suite →

Je suis à la recherche un homme

Aimer et être aimé en retour est l’un des sentiments les plus merveilleux de l'universe. Vous avez tous des familles, des amis qui sont là avec vous. Moi, aussi! Bonjour,Je m'appelle Terre. J'ai 4.5 milliards années. Je suis celibataire et je cherche un Homme qui m'aime. Je viens de Milky Way, mais je vis actuellement... Lire la Suite →

A letter to myself

Dear Me, You have been dealing with a lot of challenges and hardships, and I don’t blame you for feeling hopeless and overwhelmed. You have heart and feeling like everyone else. But I also want you to know that you are not alone, and that you are not a burden. You are such a strong... Lire la Suite →

កុំភ្លេច ម្នាក់នោះ

រវល់តែ ចំណាយពេល នឹកដល់ នរណា ម្នាក់ យើង ក៏ ភ្លេច នឹកដល់ មនុស្សម្នាក់ ឱ្យ ឈឹង នោះ គឺ ខ្លួនឯង ! បារម្ភ ខ្លាច គេ មានទុក្ខ ទាំង ដែល ការពិត ខ្លួន បាន កើតទុក្ខ រួច ទៅ ហើយ ដោយសារតែ ក្ដី បារម្ភ ខ្វល់ខ្វាយ ទាំង ដែល ពេលខ្លះ វា ធ្វើ ឱ្យ អ្នកដទៃ ធុញទ្រាន់ នឹង យើង ផង ក៏ មាន ! " កុំ នឹក គេ រហូតដល់ ភ្លេច នឹក ខ្លួនឯង... Lire la Suite →

Dream

I had this dream, about a bird who realized that the cage that it was in, had an open window, with the bars wide enough for it to fly out. I looked at the bird and asked it to stay inside because it was safe. But the bird looked at me and said, "I don't... Lire la Suite →

Life is an orbit

I can't understand. We live because we want to find out things, and learn, and become able to do things that we would like to do. We study 12 years or more, just to work after. We work 8 hours, just to live 4 hours. We work 6 days to enjoy 1 day. We work... Lire la Suite →

Imagine

Imagine: if you see a lady in a trap is about to be killed for her jewelry. Imagine: if you see a lady is being peeled for her beautiful skin. Imagine: if you see your mother is throated for blood. Imagine: if you were her.. What do you feel? What would you feel? Text me... Lire la Suite →

Lettre douleureuse

Bonjour ma chère Argent, Je profite ce mail à te remercier de m'avoir accepté. Ça ne fait pas très long temps que tu est entré dans ma vie, déjà tu me quitte sans me saluer. J'essaies de comprendre de plus en plus les mécanismes qui amplifient les signaux douloureux dans certaines zones du cerveau pour le but... Lire la Suite →

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