The collective consciousness of the people we associate with on a daily basis has an influence on our consciousness. Which holds us back from our true potential. Even if we believe that we are fully aware of our thoughts, feelings and emotions. The bigger picture will only present itself as we continue to grow

The collective consciousness of the people we associate with on a daily basis has an influence on our consciousness. Which holds us back from our true potential. Even if we believe that we are fully aware of our thoughts, feelings and emotions. The bigger picture will only present itself as we continue to grow

The collective consciousness of the people we associate with on a daily basis has an influence on our consciousness. Which holds us back from our true potential. Even if we believe that we are fully aware of our thoughts, feelings and emotions. The bigger picture will only present itself as we continue to grow (Matthew Donnelly)

Snow is both our best friend and worst enemy. Best friend because it shows us in a concrete form the paths other have taken to get where they are. Worst enemy because it will tell such tales of us if we chance upon it. I find poetry in snow that cannot be resisted. In a way, it is the closest to time travel most civilians will ever manage

Snow is both our best friend and worst enemy. Best friend because it shows us in a concrete form the paths other have taken to get where they are. Worst enemy because it will tell such tales of us if we chance upon it. I find poetry in snow that cannot be resisted. In a way, it is the closest to time travel most civilians will ever manage

Snow is both our best friend and worst enemy. Best friend because it shows us in a concrete form the paths other have taken to get where they are. Worst enemy because it will tell such tales of us if we chance upon it. I find poetry in snow that cannot be resisted. In a way, it is the closest to time travel most civilians will ever manage (Thomm Quackenbush, A Creature Was Stirring)

With his nose in my hair, he inhaled deeply before putting a light kiss on my cheek. “Have you come to play?” he asked then kissed me again. “No.” I cringed when he drew my earlobe into his mouth. “I came to help you. That’s all. I swear.” “I’d rather play

With his nose in my hair, he inhaled deeply before putting a light kiss on my cheek. “Have you come to play?” he asked then kissed me again. “No.” I cringed when he drew my earlobe into his mouth. “I came to help you. That’s all. I swear.” “I’d rather play

With his nose in my hair, he inhaled deeply before putting a light kiss on my cheek. “Have you come to play?” he asked then kissed me again. “No.” I cringed when he drew my earlobe into his mouth. “I came to help you. That’s all. I swear.” “I’d rather play. (H.D. Smith, Dark Hope)