My sisters are my brother too.
Despite how desperately you wish to embody some ideal, you can’t. Logically, ideals cannot be fully embodied by ANYbody.
We are not mere thinking machines; we are feelers as well.
We label a depressed state “bad.” Is that arbitrary conditioning?
…I can picture you getting on the floor, eye level with them as toddlers…
Therapeutic tunnels promising greener grass succeed when they dump us back on the brown patch where we began.
After a son-to-father preface, list of 11 best free videos of the carol