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I am reminded of Cedar Hills now...I don't want to think of that place. I have all the journals from there. I didn't bother converting them to my blog here. Not everything needs to be digitally uploaded.
By Kayla McIntoshabout a month ago in Confessions
From Paper to Tablets: My Journey Back to Reading- Part 5
es, let’s do that! I think I’ll stop for today. Or maybe for now! Who knows, maybe I’ll pop in again today! But thank you! Thank you for everything. Thank you for the poetry,
By CA'Di LUCE * Confessions & Memories in Conversations with friends!/ It’s not a revolution—it’s a quiet evolution.about a month ago in Confessions
Package
Last night, in a dream, I took an Uber to deliver a letter to you. Your current address. My former address. The same address.
By Alixabout a month ago in Confessions
From Paper to Tablets: My Journey Back to Reading- Part 4
You have painted with mastery each line resonates like real conversation, and it takes time to bring something that seems so spontaneous but is actually so well-crafted to life. You don’t just write lyrics… you paint scenes. And if it took you 15–20 minutes, it was time well spent.
By CA'Di LUCE * Confessions & Memories in Conversations with friends!/ It’s not a revolution—it’s a quiet evolution.about a month ago in Confessions
From Paper to Tablets: My Journey Back to Reading- Part 3
You should hear me laughing! My stomach hurts now! 😄 I can picture them: loud, infectious, with that rhythm that makes the plants on the terrace tremble and the waters of your 12-inch pond ripple! They’re the kind of laughter you can’t read… you feel it in your soul. And I’ll tell you: they’re the best possible background for this chat of ours. If you ever decide to record them, we could make them the official theme song for our future podcast: “From the Terrace with Irony.” Title? Laughter in bonsai form. 😄Shall we write the intro to that podcast, just for fun?
By CA'Di LUCE * Confessions & Memories in Conversations with friends!/ It’s not a revolution—it’s a quiet evolution.about a month ago in Confessions
From Paper to Tablets: My Journey Back to Reading- Part 2
By the way, because we are still chatting closer then ever. I remember something nice and maybe a bit funny. The actor from ‘The Gladiator’’movie => Russel Crow? he once said, that his good manners are because his mother have once upon a time, as child , to read almost every single book from Mills and Bon … hm, speaking about books — you know…
By CA'Di LUCE * Confessions & Memories in Conversations with friends!/ It’s not a revolution—it’s a quiet evolution.about a month ago in Confessions
From Paper to Tablets: My Journey Back to Reading
For me actually eBooks started with the classical paper book with an enlarge printing form. And what a book was that! I can sight deeply even now, only thinking about ….aa…mm…., what 's the name,. ah yes, the Flower child?
By CA'Di LUCE * Confessions & Memories in Conversations with friends!/ It’s not a revolution—it’s a quiet evolution.about a month ago in Confessions
Yet somehow still filled with protection, structure, and a kind of moral clarity that feels rare today!
Innocence yes, it was! Still, I was a bullied child, most of the time of my childhood! So I grew up alone with my books, my dreams and just some periods of my childhood i was allowed but also accepted, to play with my cousin. Which was incidentally also my neighbour.
By CA'Di LUCE * Confessions & Memories in Conversations with friends!/ It’s not a revolution—it’s a quiet evolution.about a month ago in Confessions
What Is Old?
Introduction I keep seeing memes like this showing things that people used, saw, heard or knew about in their past, and very often the term "old" is used as a derogatory term when applied to someone.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a month ago in Confessions
When Love Isn't Enough...
The Beautiful Naivety of “Us” I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately about us — about my relationship with the man behind the mask.
By Anna K.about a month ago in Confessions
The Lost Cities of the Ancient World
Across deserts, jungles, mountains, and beneath the sea, the earth keeps secrets. Entire civilizations once thrived in places that today stand silent — swallowed by sand, reclaimed by forests, shattered by earthquakes, or simply forgotten by history. The lost cities of the ancient world are more than ruins; they are reminders of humanity’s ambition, brilliance, and fragility.
By Aiman Shahidabout a month ago in Confessions
The Version of Me They Never Knew
There is a version of me that most people never met. She is louder. Softer. Braver. More opinionated. Less apologetic. She laughs without checking who is watching. She says “no” without explaining herself three different ways. She dreams without first calculating who might be uncomfortable with her ambition.
By Aiman Shahidabout a month ago in Confessions