I absolutely love marigolds! Marigolds are such beautiful flowers and they come in various colors. I have heard that those pesky critters won't come near your
Have you ever read a mystery book that got deeper and more complex with time? That's what I experienced when I recently read a book called "The Inheritance Games: The Hawthorne Legacy" which is the second installment to the Inheritance Games series. After reading the first book, authored by Jennifer Lynn Barnes, I was inspired and motivated to read the sequel. Here's some background information from the first book that you need to understand the second book : The main character, Avery Kylie Grambs, unexpectedly inherits almost all of the wealth owned by the Hawthorne family. She is a smart highschooler who is in legal custody of her half sister as her mother passed away and her father was not connected to her. The Hawthorne family is a well established due to an oil business started by Tobias Hawthorne. The Hawthorne family consists of his children- Zara, Toby and Skye- his grandsons- Nash, Jameson, Grayson, and Xander- and his mother- in- law, Nan. Toby was believe...
"The world is always spinning. Everything depends on whether you want to stand still, or spin with it." — Anonymous There is something extraordinarily beautiful hidden behind that thought. The world never stops— not for disappointment, anger, or even grief. Yet, we are still given a choice: to either lose ourselves in that commotion or pause and reflect on how we wish to move forward. Life rarely goes as we imagine. A missed job offer. A grade that feels unfair. A friendship hanging on its last thread. Some battles are loud and obvious, while others are quiet wars we fight in our own heads. But, regardless of the strength of the storm you are caught in, don't run out of hope. Take a deep breath. Step out of the rush and introspect with a clear mind— not to ignore your wounds, but to rediscover yourself beneath them. There is always something to remain grateful for. A roof over your head. A warm meal. Clean water. Even the device and internet that is allowing ...
There’s something almost sacred about things that have broken and still choose to stay. A cracked bowl on a shelf. A wilted flower clinging to sunlight. A heart that has been hurt, but still holds space for softness. We don’t talk about it enough—how beauty doesn’t disappear just because something has changed shape. Sometimes, it deepens. We’re all a little like that. But maybe we don’t need to pretend the cracks don’t exist. Maybe we just need to learn how to carry them like they mean something. Because they do. Every scar, whether it’s visible or silent, carries proof: that you have lived, that you have endured, that you have been brave enough to feel. For a long time, I thought healing meant fixing. Making things look untouched and brand new again. But that isn't always what healing is about. It's not about hiding and filling in the broken pieces. Sometimes it’s about realizing the pieces still matter, even if it looks a bit different. We’re ...
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