A pattern of raised crisscrossed scars, some old and white, others more recent in various shades of pink and red. Exposing the stress of the structure underneath its paint

Devon had been so lonely, so terribly lonely, for so long. The kind of lonely that sears, that burrows its way deep inside a heart and throbs. Like a gnawing hunger.

She can paint a lovely picture, but this story has a twist. her paintbrush is a razor, and her canvas is her wrist.

And wishes, truly wishes, that she could say the same herself. Because hurting herself would be so much easier.

To return to the Might God is to truly rely on Him.

We’re starting to behave as if we’ve reached the end of human knowledge. And while that notion is undoubtedly false, the sensation of certitude it generates is paralyzing.

Tell me what you eat and I will tell you what you are.

Politics is history in the making.

Life has to be dangerous.

I am a passionate person when it comes to freedom.

Poverty is not a sin; it is a condition, a circumstance that allows God's work to be displayed.

Freedom means the power to act by soul guidance, not by the compulsions of desires and habits. Obeying the ego leads to bondage; obeying the soul brings liberation.

Total openness to serving others is our hallmark, it alone is our title of honour!

Courage means willing to risk everything.