Pages tagged with Bitter

We all have have dreams and we all daydream. We sometimes spend so much thinking that we lose tract of one very important thing. What? Wait no more. Grab yourself some coffee, a chair and park yourself on the floor. I don't want you to get too too comfortable here.
A large part of humanity today live a lie.People are, in general, no longer what they pretend to be.
We are all actors though most are not born to act! We play our roles and the majority takes care not to upset the apple cart of life based on give and take. Despite their noble intentions, some manage to spoil the lot through activities that leave us in misery. It is time to stick to ...
Some think they are above others,Narcissistic in nature.What secretes are they hiding............Why so bitter?
Your mind is some spicy food, so make chips Crispy fried bitter gourd. The fry recipe bitter gourd is extremely beneficial for health. For diabetes patients, it is a blessing. Crispy fi eat bitter gourd do not think at all.
To start with a new parh or road takes willingness, and we should choose to experiement a little, of course curiosity
A homeless man battered by cold, hurt by his fellow men dreams of another life, another world. A world where he is respected and loved.
What a very moving episode of Eastenders tonight, with the exit of Pat Butcher! Read on to find out more.
The recent happenings of racism in the world of football and worst of all, the insensitive remarks of the FIFA president, Sepp Blatter has prompted me to write this poem on racism. One more thing is that, I was also inspired by Aiyanna to write it.
A poem that describes a man's midlife crisis and a successful way to deal with it
Are you in control of your emotions? If your answer is yes, then I challenge you. Try and go three days without getting angry. That means outwardly and inwardly. Where no anger is apparent neither on your face, nor in your heart. One of the most difficult of human emotions to cont...
The bitter scars, leaves a mark which is like burning tempers climax with the haunting symphony of hurt, welling up inside, and the soul is huddled up in helpless defiance.
Each day is a war waged against the mundane. Each moment a chance, to renew and open the mind to change.
A day in my shoes - starting with a worm that was never mine, and ending in a cup of sweet bitterness.
There's a bit of hate deep within all of us, whether it's for a person, or for something inanimate. It's there, even in the sweetest person there's a bit of bitterness just lingering.
Excuse me while I have a little rant at Western society, human nature and the world in general.
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