TerrorCookie

I am ashamed to admit my mistake, not because of its nature, but because I did not learn from it.

Hitler: Mussolini? Mussolini: Yes? Hitler: What do you like for breakfast? Mussolini: Old-fashioned bacon and eggs. Why do you ask? Hitler: So I know what to make, er - you remind me of milk. Mussolini: Milk? Hitler: Yes, milk is delicious. Especially when it's cold. And you have a cold heart, Mussolini, just like myself. We are both just a couple of cold glasses of milk. Us against the world, and you know what? They are all trying to drink us! Hitler: And 'cause I'd like to make you a part of my complete breakfast. Mussolini: I quite fancy you, you lascivious, bawdy man! Hitler: You know I love it when you pretend to be...

Behold the manatee! Salt sweet curves, it laughs at you for you've no pants on

I travel through a caliginous wood. Twilight draws near - my view obscured. What is more than fear and anxiety, I feel a heartfelt willingness to go on. Should something go wrong, I know not. Right now all that matters is that the mist has faded, and I can see the stars through the trees.

Today I smiled and I wish you to know that you inspired it

Once I asked a friend, "What do you have to leave behind to find yourself?" and he responded with, "Anything that makes you comfortable."You don't have to leave behind everything to go on a journey. You just need to step outside of your comfort zone, and I guarantee that your life will improve if you just test the waters a little.

     The summer sun spun out of sight while mice crept out of their holes to enjoy strawberry banquets beneath wispy willows.      He’s coming to visit me tomorrow , she thought. The hardest thing I’ve ever done was telling him how I felt . That event will pale in comparison to saying good-bye to him when he has to leave.     Owls danced in the night air while the moon murmured silent dreams. When we are young, the night seems chilling and terrifying, but as we grow older it acquires a certain ponderous beauty that we associate with secretive trysts and coloured holiday lights.     “One – two – three – four – five – six – there are six cl...

One foggy morning, I ventured into that mysterious earthly cloud. And stumble about, I did - not expecting nor desiring to find anything, just for the purpose of losing myself. It is not about what we find, but making the most of the adventure. That is the real beauty of life.