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Tell me another thing you are proud of this year? Come on. We all have things we can be proud of. My Answer: I sold my first photography. #whatareyouproudof #beproudofyourself #authorsofinstsgram #artistsofinstagrsm #illustratorsofinstagram #artisansofinstagram #photography #herzogthefrogandme
||♧ •DEPRAVITY OF DEMOCRACY• ♧|| Parents abandoned unborn girl child unacceptably,
In Andra Pradesh surrogate mother left during her pregnancy.

Falling asleep or waking up ?
Where are we heading, what's up?

A fortnight stay in Mathura is enough to wash a Hindu 's crime,
As for 16 years Junaid Khan his fault was 'he had beef to dine'. Falling asleep or waking up?
Where are we heading, what's up?

Park Street to Nirbhaya to Shimla gangrape,
What is so good in seeing 'her' undrape?

Falling asleep or waking up?
Where are we heading, what's up?

The national per capita income of the poor is Rs 27 a day,
Yet the Economic Times reported, India holds 20,000 tons of gold to weigh. 
Falling asleep or waking up?
Where are we heading, what's up? 'Education -- a luxury or necessity? ',questions arose,
Still standing in college admission queue,our topic of concern was the rate at which India's illiteracy grows.

Falling asleep or waking up?
Where are we heading, what's up?

In an attempt to uphold the SC, ST, backward class,
Who is oppressed today? Non other than the general mass.

Falling asleep or waking up?
Where are we heading, what's up?

42% DA for state government jobs may be stuck,
But before any UPSC SSC exam mother never fails to wish her son good luck. 
Falling asleep or waking up?
Where are we heading, what's up?

Kicked by poverty , crushed by power, embraced by illiteracy, stabbed by cyber crime, slapped by racism,we are allowed to be eccentric;
After all we live in a Sovereign, Socialist, Secular, Democratic Republic. 
We might be sleeping or waking up but the clock is running tick-tock,

Maybe its high time to do something other than just making small talk. ~~ random rhyming thoughts.
||♧ •DEPRAVITY OF DEMOCRACY• ♧|| Parents abandoned unborn girl child unacceptably, In Andra Pradesh surrogate mother left during her pregnancy. Falling asleep or waking up ? Where are we heading, what's up? A fortnight stay in Mathura is enough to wash a Hindu 's crime, As for 16 years Junaid Khan his fault was 'he had beef to dine'. Falling asleep or waking up? Where are we heading, what's up? Park Street to Nirbhaya to Shimla gangrape, What is so good in seeing 'her' undrape? Falling asleep or waking up? Where are we heading, what's up? The national per capita income of the poor is Rs 27 a day, Yet the Economic Times reported, India holds 20,000 tons of gold to weigh. Falling asleep or waking up? Where are we heading, what's up? 'Education -- a luxury or necessity? ',questions arose, Still standing in college admission queue,our topic of concern was the rate at which India's illiteracy grows. Falling asleep or waking up? Where are we heading, what's up? In an attempt to uphold the SC, ST, backward class, Who is oppressed today? Non other than the general mass. Falling asleep or waking up? Where are we heading, what's up? 42% DA for state government jobs may be stuck, But before any UPSC SSC exam mother never fails to wish her son good luck. Falling asleep or waking up? Where are we heading, what's up? Kicked by poverty , crushed by power, embraced by illiteracy, stabbed by cyber crime, slapped by racism,we are allowed to be eccentric; After all we live in a Sovereign, Socialist, Secular, Democratic Republic. We might be sleeping or waking up but the clock is running tick-tock, Maybe its high time to do something other than just making small talk. ~~ random rhyming thoughts.
LETTER TO MY GENERATION || 1 || To the generation with rib cagged heart
To the generation of boldly scared hearts
To my generation,

It's 7.30 in the morning the alarm beeps but your sleep deprive eyes refuse to open. You hear a music,your headphone is on, the song plays in loop.You grab your phone and check your Watsapp. Oh life! You had slept midway between a conversation, halfway hearing a song, just like always.Jolting back to reality you see it's already 7.45-the perfect time to get up and still be on time for the first lecture. 7.45 it has been always, again midway dangling  between 7.30 and 8 ,just like life .This is a normal regular day for everyone of My Generation,the generation midway between the old era and the bold era,
My Generation the one trying to fit in.This is how we kick start our day, to get lost with our dreams inside our scared hearts in the crowd of the Metropolitan. But we love this Metropolitan it's safe here ;the crowd, the rush,the hustle,the bustle it makes us feel home.We hear the cars honk,the beggars scream, the traffic police abuse, the vendors negotiate, the aunty standing beside gossip about her household over the phone and all these noises makes us happy, these keeps us busy gives our brain no scope to overthink.The crowded bus,the overcrowded metro,the footpath dotted with pedestrians,the push,the pull,the rush like a fool it makes us feel a part of something,it never leaves us lonely.
Yes we love this Metropolitan, it makes us feel save and secure with our dreams and emotions we love to get lost within this crowd and let no one ask us our name.
We belong here.We are the generation customized to live in this crowd,the ones who enjoy this fake sense of togetherness,the one who celebrate this illusive escapism,the ones who are afraid to let things seep deep within, the ones afraid to be lost alone so we prefer being lost with this lost crowd around.
Yes we are safe here.
Metropolitans are safe for us.
LETTER TO MY GENERATION || 1 || To the generation with rib cagged heart To the generation of boldly scared hearts To my generation, It's 7.30 in the morning the alarm beeps but your sleep deprive eyes refuse to open. You hear a music,your headphone is on, the song plays in loop.You grab your phone and check your Watsapp. Oh life! You had slept midway between a conversation, halfway hearing a song, just like always.Jolting back to reality you see it's already 7.45-the perfect time to get up and still be on time for the first lecture. 7.45 it has been always, again midway dangling between 7.30 and 8 ,just like life .This is a normal regular day for everyone of My Generation,the generation midway between the old era and the bold era, My Generation the one trying to fit in.This is how we kick start our day, to get lost with our dreams inside our scared hearts in the crowd of the Metropolitan. But we love this Metropolitan it's safe here ;the crowd, the rush,the hustle,the bustle it makes us feel home.We hear the cars honk,the beggars scream, the traffic police abuse, the vendors negotiate, the aunty standing beside gossip about her household over the phone and all these noises makes us happy, these keeps us busy gives our brain no scope to overthink.The crowded bus,the overcrowded metro,the footpath dotted with pedestrians,the push,the pull,the rush like a fool it makes us feel a part of something,it never leaves us lonely. Yes we love this Metropolitan, it makes us feel save and secure with our dreams and emotions we love to get lost within this crowd and let no one ask us our name. We belong here.We are the generation customized to live in this crowd,the ones who enjoy this fake sense of togetherness,the one who celebrate this illusive escapism,the ones who are afraid to let things seep deep within, the ones afraid to be lost alone so we prefer being lost with this lost crowd around. Yes we are safe here. Metropolitans are safe for us.
“Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven” Matthew 5:16
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This is the truth, I’m tired y’all.
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The paperback version of 4 Weeks to Wellness is on sale for Black Friday!!!! 20% off the cover price.
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If you or someone you know (it is gift-giving season after all) is ready to make a healthy change, now is the time to get this book. You’ll learn how to find quality food from all food groups, why real food is so important, and practical shopping and cooking tips to actually make it work for your family.
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Don’t miss this chance to get it at a great price! Link in profile to purchase! #4weekstowellness
The paperback version of 4 Weeks to Wellness is on sale for Black Friday!!!! 20% off the cover price. . If you or someone you know (it is gift-giving season after all) is ready to make a healthy change, now is the time to get this book. You’ll learn how to find quality food from all food groups, why real food is so important, and practical shopping and cooking tips to actually make it work for your family. . Don’t miss this chance to get it at a great price! Link in profile to purchase! #4weekstowellness 
I’m grateful for this journey that God has prepared me to work through! “Work” is the key word towards putting action to faith! 
Through my journey and path of healing, I am yet evolving into a much better person than I used to be. 
It’s never going to be easy when God transitions you and transforms you into a better version of yourself. 
It all depends if you’re ready for the “work”! Are you ready to allow God to help you become that better person who He has created you to be? I made that decision and it’s by faith that I allowed God to do a new thing in my life! 
God will put you to the tests by putting you in and through uncomfortable situations to move you into the next level of your life! It’s not easy but it’s sure worth it The the end. 
Writing my book has been one of my hardest challenges that has out me in a very uncomfortable place but obedience is better than sacrifice! 
I created this page daddies and daughters because it was where the pain rooted! This is where it starts. In order to find healing, you have to go to the root of that pain!

This is why my page was created and this is why I am yet writing my story to share with others to help those if you uncover and discover the pain that you have buried so deep that it has become numb. The numbness is the dysfunction that you feel is normal but has deceitfully prevented you from becoming the best version of yourself.

Continue to follow me through my journey as I continue to write my book for release next year 2019!🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽
I’m as real as it gets! It’s my story!❤️
I’m grateful for this journey that God has prepared me to work through! “Work” is the key word towards putting action to faith! Through my journey and path of healing, I am yet evolving into a much better person than I used to be. It’s never going to be easy when God transitions you and transforms you into a better version of yourself. It all depends if you’re ready for the “work”! Are you ready to allow God to help you become that better person who He has created you to be? I made that decision and it’s by faith that I allowed God to do a new thing in my life! God will put you to the tests by putting you in and through uncomfortable situations to move you into the next level of your life! It’s not easy but it’s sure worth it The the end. Writing my book has been one of my hardest challenges that has out me in a very uncomfortable place but obedience is better than sacrifice! I created this page daddies and daughters because it was where the pain rooted! This is where it starts. In order to find healing, you have to go to the root of that pain! This is why my page was created and this is why I am yet writing my story to share with others to help those if you uncover and discover the pain that you have buried so deep that it has become numb. The numbness is the dysfunction that you feel is normal but has deceitfully prevented you from becoming the best version of yourself. Continue to follow me through my journey as I continue to write my book for release next year 2019!🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽 I’m as real as it gets! It’s my story!❤️
We’re at Walt Disney World! This is our happy place.  Who is your favorite character? #authorsofinstsgram #yaauthorsofinstagram #yaauthor #christian #christianyaauthor #christianauthor
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Do you love ❤️ horses 🐎 and peppermints and Christmas? It’s release day for Sweet Peppermint 💋 Kisses! Grab your copy today. Link in profile. #authorsofinstsgram, #booklovers, #bookstagram, #amreading, #sweetromance, #bookworm, #christmas, #sweetromance, #cleanandwholesome
Do you love ❤️ horses 🐎 and peppermints and Christmas? It’s release day for Sweet Peppermint 💋 Kisses! Grab your copy today. Link in profile. #authorsofinstsgram, #booklovers, #bookstagram, #amreading, #sweetromance, #bookworm, #christmas, #sweetromance, #cleanandwholesome,
How is Thanksgiving next week already? Avery is very excited about our Thanksgiving feast at my mom’s house and we volunteered to bring a sweet potato dish.
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The funny thing is, I usually overlook my own recipes (mom brain, maybe?) and search for recipes on Pinterest. In celebration of my soon to be released cookbook, though, I am making this Sweet Potato Apple Slow Cooker Casserole that is featured in the Snacks & Treats chapter.
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What’s on your Thanksgiving menu? Also, do you have a favorite sweet potato recipe?
How is Thanksgiving next week already? Avery is very excited about our Thanksgiving feast at my mom’s house and we volunteered to bring a sweet potato dish. . The funny thing is, I usually overlook my own recipes (mom brain, maybe?) and search for recipes on Pinterest. In celebration of my soon to be released cookbook, though, I am making this Sweet Potato Apple Slow Cooker Casserole that is featured in the Snacks & Treats chapter. . What’s on your Thanksgiving menu? Also, do you have a favorite sweet potato recipe?
Dear Diary,  I should have known this a long time ago, the first time I looked into his mischievous eyes at the hospital bed and people told me his eyes resembled mine. I should have known it the day when his first word was 'Daddy'. Or if not then, I should have known it when at the age of 5, he used to wear my over-sized shirt and run around the house. Or at the age of 8, when i used to walk him to the school, he used to match my footsteps and walk beside me. At the age of 10, when he wrote the essay on - ' The Person You Aspire To Be ' and ended it by writing "....whatever I do in life, I want to resemble my dad, my Superhero", I should have taken it more seriously then at least.
At the age of 15, he used to come back after the football match and sleep peacefully just like me with one leg folded and hands behind his head, I should have at least known then, he was so like me. At the age of 19, he introduced me to his college friends as, ' His Shadow '. At the age of 22, he borrowed mine favorite crisp blue shirt for his first date, all excited and nervous. At the age of 26 when he had a bad heartbreak, the way he used to hide his tears and put a brave smile in front of us, it reminded me of my first breakup.
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I should have understood a long time ago, when from the age of 11 he tried to convince me to quit smoking, that maybe the curls of smoke from my cigarette could blur his life but I did not realize it then....when realization dawned upon me it was too late. 
Lung Cancer slowly crept in and took the last breath.
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All I see now is the smoke that twirls out in the air and there where the cigarette should be, all I see is a Gun. But what churns up the pain in my heart is, instead of me, at the gun point there stands my Son, indeed my shadow he was.... he tried to imitate 'His Superhero' in every way possible.
It's 2:00 a.m. now and all I can do is stand near his empty bed and stare at the image of his murderer in the mirror. Every time  I touch a cigarette now, the smoke reminds me of the smoke that rose high from my son's funeral pyre that day.
Dear Diary, I should have known this a long time ago, the first time I looked into his mischievous eyes at the hospital bed and people told me his eyes resembled mine. I should have known it the day when his first word was 'Daddy'. Or if not then, I should have known it when at the age of 5, he used to wear my over-sized shirt and run around the house. Or at the age of 8, when i used to walk him to the school, he used to match my footsteps and walk beside me. At the age of 10, when he wrote the essay on - ' The Person You Aspire To Be ' and ended it by writing "....whatever I do in life, I want to resemble my dad, my Superhero", I should have taken it more seriously then at least. At the age of 15, he used to come back after the football match and sleep peacefully just like me with one leg folded and hands behind his head, I should have at least known then, he was so like me. At the age of 19, he introduced me to his college friends as, ' His Shadow '. At the age of 22, he borrowed mine favorite crisp blue shirt for his first date, all excited and nervous. At the age of 26 when he had a bad heartbreak, the way he used to hide his tears and put a brave smile in front of us, it reminded me of my first breakup. - - - - I should have understood a long time ago, when from the age of 11 he tried to convince me to quit smoking, that maybe the curls of smoke from my cigarette could blur his life but I did not realize it then....when realization dawned upon me it was too late. Lung Cancer slowly crept in and took the last breath. - - - All I see now is the smoke that twirls out in the air and there where the cigarette should be, all I see is a Gun. But what churns up the pain in my heart is, instead of me, at the gun point there stands my Son, indeed my shadow he was.... he tried to imitate 'His Superhero' in every way possible. It's 2:00 a.m. now and all I can do is stand near his empty bed and stare at the image of his murderer in the mirror. Every time I touch a cigarette now, the smoke reminds me of the smoke that rose high from my son's funeral pyre that day.
Q: When is the worst time to have a brand new book out and a cookbook coming out before the holidays?
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A: When you’ve basically taken up permanent residence on your couch to take care of your newborn baby. 😜
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Seriously, though, I am so excited for these books and how they can help you get more healthy, whole foods into your life! That is why I need your help!
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If you’ve already picked up a copy of 4 Weeks to Wellness, head to Amazon and leave a review to help spread the word. Post a photo on social media! Share the book with a friend! All of these things help get the word out and help others find the book, too!
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If you haven’t picked up a copy yet, there may be a special Black Friday sale coming your way next week...just sayin’. (Link in profile to learn more!)
Q: When is the worst time to have a brand new book out and a cookbook coming out before the holidays? . A: When you’ve basically taken up permanent residence on your couch to take care of your newborn baby. 😜 . Seriously, though, I am so excited for these books and how they can help you get more healthy, whole foods into your life! That is why I need your help! . If you’ve already picked up a copy of 4 Weeks to Wellness, head to Amazon and leave a review to help spread the word. Post a photo on social media! Share the book with a friend! All of these things help get the word out and help others find the book, too! . If you haven’t picked up a copy yet, there may be a special Black Friday sale coming your way next week...just sayin’. (Link in profile to learn more!)
WAIT! I’ve been using the wrong pens the whole time??? This explains a lot! #pens #amwriting #amediting #authorsofinstsgram
This lovely lady brought her class to my 3D poetry session - and went away inspired with activities to use in her classroom. When I said I now write full-time, and run workshops like this, she smiled widely; "It is better, you not working in one school. Now you can share your skills with the world." 💞
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#reasonstonotteach #sharingthelove #myheartishappy #SIBF2018 #SIBF18 #poetry #workshops #funshops #authorsofinstsgram #teachersofinstsgram #reasonstosmile
It has been such a privilege and a delight, sharing a love of poetry with children of all ages at the Sharjah International Book Fair. They have a beautiful attitude to learning and show so much appreciation. Such a joy!! #SIBF2018 #SIBF18 #sharjah #poetry #workshops #funshops #kidswhocreate #authorsofinstsgram #teachersofinstagram
As an Author and an avid reader this is so true. I don’t feel like anyone is a competitor. Writing is hard enough when we aren’t fighting for first place. There is NO first place at being an Author. We do it because we love it. Support in this industry is so vital. ❤️ to my fellow Authors. As a reader, I don’t stick to one genre and one Author. I read what I like when I like. It changes often from day to day, book to book.  Write. Read. Enjoy. Life is too short to be in competition. #spreadthelove #authorsofinstsgram #author #ameditinglikeaboss #indieauthorlove #authorlove #authorlife #readabook
As an Author and an avid reader this is so true. I don’t feel like anyone is a competitor. Writing is hard enough when we aren’t fighting for first place. There is NO first place at being an Author. We do it because we love it. Support in this industry is so vital. ❤️ to my fellow Authors. As a reader, I don’t stick to one genre and one Author. I read what I like when I like. It changes often from day to day, book to book. Write. Read. Enjoy. Life is too short to be in competition. #spreadthelove  #authorsofinstsgram  #author  #ameditinglikeaboss  #indieauthorlove  #authorlove  #authorlife  #readabook 
Loving my Beef wrap from @turks.official! One is definitely not enough. Plus got my #CurrentRead with me which is the 2nd book in the #PrinceLestat series by @annericeauthor. Still part of the #VampireChronicles and just before her latest which is #BloodCommunion. I’m all good! 📖📖🍴🍴
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#Welf #Garekyn #Amel
Loving my Beef wrap from @turks.official! One is definitely not enough. Plus got my #CurrentRead  with me which is the 2nd book in the #PrinceLestat  series by @annericeauthor. Still part of the #VampireChronicles  and just before her latest which is #BloodCommunion . I’m all good! 📖📖🍴🍴 . #Turks  #EverydayMakeItATurksDay  #AnneRice  #AnneRicePhilippines  #PrinceLestatAndTheRealmsOfAtlantis  #Geek  #GeekReads  #Hardcover  #Author  #Writer  #AuthorsOfInstsgram  #WritersOfInstagram  #Reader  #ReadersOfInstagram  #Vampire  #NewOrleans  #Auvergne  #France  #Atlantis  #Attalantaya  #Kapetria  #Welf  #Garekyn  #Amel 
Dear Winter.

The day gets shorter and nights get longer,neon Light flashes across lonely street;the windows closed and blinders drawn Even the night draws the curtain of stars across the sky.

Dear winter,
there has always been a thing about you I admire, cause you not only bring the wind in my blanket but also bring the wind in my hair. The wind to my wings which soar me high in your air.
Winter, you bring out the poet in me. Winter you make me weave stories and romanticise about each word that pops up in my mind.
Winter , there has always been a thing about you. As I stroll across the windy road your cold sunshine embraces me. The hot coffee by the window,the unread book by the table lamp - half read half unread,waiting, the exhausted wood lying in the fire place - half burnt half not still waiting ,the blue cardigan that hangs in my cupboard they all remind me of you.
Winter you make me dream about the  white-tailed ptarmigan that flies above the Alaskan mountain. 
Winter , there has always been something about you. -' Cold war , Cold hearted, cold blooded', I don't know why using 'cold' before a word degrades its meaning. 
Oh winter, winter where have you gone wrong?? Winter, there has always been a thing about you. ~ Yours, you.
Dear Winter. The day gets shorter and nights get longer,neon Light flashes across lonely street;the windows closed and blinders drawn Even the night draws the curtain of stars across the sky. Dear winter, there has always been a thing about you I admire, cause you not only bring the wind in my blanket but also bring the wind in my hair. The wind to my wings which soar me high in your air. Winter, you bring out the poet in me. Winter you make me weave stories and romanticise about each word that pops up in my mind. Winter , there has always been a thing about you. As I stroll across the windy road your cold sunshine embraces me. The hot coffee by the window,the unread book by the table lamp - half read half unread,waiting, the exhausted wood lying in the fire place - half burnt half not still waiting ,the blue cardigan that hangs in my cupboard they all remind me of you. Winter you make me dream about the white-tailed ptarmigan that flies above the Alaskan mountain. Winter , there has always been something about you. -' Cold war , Cold hearted, cold blooded', I don't know why using 'cold' before a word degrades its meaning. Oh winter, winter where have you gone wrong?? Winter, there has always been a thing about you. ~ Yours, you.
Collection of my journal formatted books. This is not including 24 composition notebooks and 3 or 4 prompt themed books including Wreck This Journal, One Page A Day, Q & A a Day, and 642 Things to Write About.
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An open letter to the love of my life who was never mine,
You know as a child I was always after the things unattainable, the things I knew I will never get. My teachers used to appreciate my spirit for chasing things I wanted. I had been like this all the way down and now that I have walked and paved a lot of my way, it is very hard to turn away.
You know from the first time I saw you to the many more times I saw you, it has always been a rollercoaster ride for my heart. I never knew when my heart's playlist changed songs from 'Hello' to 'Damn I wish I was your lover'.I know it is hard for you to understand my actions or words or me as a whole sometimes and I don't expect you to understand because I myself find it hard to figure this out.
Did I tell you that you should wear white more often and that  you looked flawless in that white shirt the other day? Well there is so much unsaid between us. I never told you I like the way your smile break in your face all of a sudden..that the curve at the edge of your lip when you smile it stirs my heart upside down. I never told you but I like your words as much as your silence it soothes my soul. Your words plays with my mind and your silence plays with my heart.
The way you fold your sleeves, the way you crack inappropriate jokes in grave situations,the way you unconsciously hum a tune when your happy, the way you sulk at the corner of the room like a child when you are sad , the way you look away timidly when you find my eyes gazing at yours.I wish even if for once I could proudly say that ,-- ' I like to feel his eyes on me when I look away '

But it's ok it's been a long time this way and I know you'll never understand the value of the smile you have gifted me with. I guess this is what they call unrequited love .A love so pure and unconditional, a love so selfless and soothing, a love not everybody is destined to distress, a love where you become the master of your misery.
A love where only I get to break my heart. A love where you let your priority choose their priorities.
I guess this is what they call unrequited love a love which happens all of a sudden, stays without any terms and conditions and lasts a lifetime
An open letter to the love of my life who was never mine, You know as a child I was always after the things unattainable, the things I knew I will never get. My teachers used to appreciate my spirit for chasing things I wanted. I had been like this all the way down and now that I have walked and paved a lot of my way, it is very hard to turn away. You know from the first time I saw you to the many more times I saw you, it has always been a rollercoaster ride for my heart. I never knew when my heart's playlist changed songs from 'Hello' to 'Damn I wish I was your lover'.I know it is hard for you to understand my actions or words or me as a whole sometimes and I don't expect you to understand because I myself find it hard to figure this out. Did I tell you that you should wear white more often and that you looked flawless in that white shirt the other day? Well there is so much unsaid between us. I never told you I like the way your smile break in your face all of a sudden..that the curve at the edge of your lip when you smile it stirs my heart upside down. I never told you but I like your words as much as your silence it soothes my soul. Your words plays with my mind and your silence plays with my heart. The way you fold your sleeves, the way you crack inappropriate jokes in grave situations,the way you unconsciously hum a tune when your happy, the way you sulk at the corner of the room like a child when you are sad , the way you look away timidly when you find my eyes gazing at yours.I wish even if for once I could proudly say that ,-- ' I like to feel his eyes on me when I look away ' But it's ok it's been a long time this way and I know you'll never understand the value of the smile you have gifted me with. I guess this is what they call unrequited love .A love so pure and unconditional, a love so selfless and soothing, a love not everybody is destined to distress, a love where you become the master of your misery. A love where only I get to break my heart. A love where you let your priority choose their priorities. I guess this is what they call unrequited love a love which happens all of a sudden, stays without any terms and conditions and lasts a lifetime
To that friend of mine who opposes idolatry,
Do you remember the other day we had an intense argument  and you said worship of nature is worship of God and idolatry is but a fancy of the eyes,a business filling the banks.
Today I found this picture and decided to write you this letter. Idolatry to me is the soul food for the hungry, the retreat for the restless mind, the hope at the end of the hollow tunnel.
Idolatry is more than worshipping a piece of stone and calling it God.
I know you might oppose me by saying that God cannot be confined in a stone, God lies in the nature, God lies in faith  but faith and believe can be confined in a stone dear . 
Distressed minds find no ease in searching of a God that needs to be found.
For a farmer who hadn't eaten for two days at a stretch, for an unemployed youth sitting back at home, for a mother unable to provide food to her children, for a  man unable to hospitalise his father isn't it too hard for them to place their faith and believe in the hands of a God that they can't even see. Human mind is too fickle to sit back and believe in the abstract form of God hidden among the beauty of the nature. 
You might say this is a flawed faith but I guess we humans as a whole race is flawed somewhere down but we survive and I strongly believe so shall our faith.
Look in this picture how this homeless women found home in the feet of her faith embedded as her God.
I am not against Aniconism or your views.But I strongly believe if creating hands and legs and eyes and faces in a stone keep our hope intact keep our perturbed peace unperturbed..what is wrong in it? 
If making God one of us gives us a sense of hope that there is some superior being who is observing us and he won't let anything bad happen to us,what is wrong in it?
If idolatry provide food to the hungry souls,hope to the defeated spirit, happiness to the saddened heart, sunshine to the dampened struggles 
what is wrong in it?
You might see idolatry as a trapping faith in a stone but from where I see it, it looks more like gathering faith around a stone. -- From your friend who believes that a paper cut into a note has as much power as a stone carved into an idol.
To that friend of mine who opposes idolatry, Do you remember the other day we had an intense argument and you said worship of nature is worship of God and idolatry is but a fancy of the eyes,a business filling the banks. Today I found this picture and decided to write you this letter. Idolatry to me is the soul food for the hungry, the retreat for the restless mind, the hope at the end of the hollow tunnel. Idolatry is more than worshipping a piece of stone and calling it God. I know you might oppose me by saying that God cannot be confined in a stone, God lies in the nature, God lies in faith but faith and believe can be confined in a stone dear . Distressed minds find no ease in searching of a God that needs to be found. For a farmer who hadn't eaten for two days at a stretch, for an unemployed youth sitting back at home, for a mother unable to provide food to her children, for a man unable to hospitalise his father isn't it too hard for them to place their faith and believe in the hands of a God that they can't even see. Human mind is too fickle to sit back and believe in the abstract form of God hidden among the beauty of the nature. You might say this is a flawed faith but I guess we humans as a whole race is flawed somewhere down but we survive and I strongly believe so shall our faith. Look in this picture how this homeless women found home in the feet of her faith embedded as her God. I am not against Aniconism or your views.But I strongly believe if creating hands and legs and eyes and faces in a stone keep our hope intact keep our perturbed peace unperturbed..what is wrong in it? If making God one of us gives us a sense of hope that there is some superior being who is observing us and he won't let anything bad happen to us,what is wrong in it? If idolatry provide food to the hungry souls,hope to the defeated spirit, happiness to the saddened heart, sunshine to the dampened struggles what is wrong in it? You might see idolatry as a trapping faith in a stone but from where I see it, it looks more like gathering faith around a stone. -- From your friend who believes that a paper cut into a note has as much power as a stone carved into an idol.
Dear  Brain, 
Today i saw something that disturbed me for a while. A lonely street dwelling child posed in front of our camera.There was something about her that struck a chord in me.Her unflinching gaze penetrated my soul boldly yet her childish smile made my day.There was something about her that disturbed me.Was it the way she peeped out through the edge of the paper fan to assert her presence or the way she kept half her face covered under the veil of the fan to evaporate and vanish her existence? What was it that disturbed me? There was something about her that woke the conscious citizen in me ,should there not be a pen in her hand  instead of the fan? Yes there was definitely something in her, the brimming  confidence in her face, the self respect in her thundering steps, and the curls in her hair, soft yet entangled,black yet shinning that stirred my heart.
She was so sorted in her life in spite of being just a wanderer. Maybe the fact that in spite of all my stability, I too was a wanderer in my mind, like her in search of a safe shelter,running after my thoughts to gather and ink them in search of the correct words.
Was that enough to disturb me ?Divert my attention,diverge my thoughts and destruct my existence ??What was it that disturbed me?? Was it the insecurity of my illusions or the illusion of my insecurities?? -Your antagonist forever,  Heart.

Photograph beautifully captured by: @arijitkundu97
Worded by: @s__rey__a
Dear Brain, Today i saw something that disturbed me for a while. A lonely street dwelling child posed in front of our camera.There was something about her that struck a chord in me.Her unflinching gaze penetrated my soul boldly yet her childish smile made my day.There was something about her that disturbed me.Was it the way she peeped out through the edge of the paper fan to assert her presence or the way she kept half her face covered under the veil of the fan to evaporate and vanish her existence? What was it that disturbed me? There was something about her that woke the conscious citizen in me ,should there not be a pen in her hand instead of the fan? Yes there was definitely something in her, the brimming confidence in her face, the self respect in her thundering steps, and the curls in her hair, soft yet entangled,black yet shinning that stirred my heart. She was so sorted in her life in spite of being just a wanderer. Maybe the fact that in spite of all my stability, I too was a wanderer in my mind, like her in search of a safe shelter,running after my thoughts to gather and ink them in search of the correct words. Was that enough to disturb me ?Divert my attention,diverge my thoughts and destruct my existence ??What was it that disturbed me?? Was it the insecurity of my illusions or the illusion of my insecurities?? -Your antagonist forever, Heart. Photograph beautifully captured by: @arijitkundu97 Worded by: @s__rey__a
I gave my window seat to a child.
 Because However timid her eyes may have been her dreams where big.
I gave my window seat to a child.
Because maybe I have seen more of the world but she saw  more of the beautiful world in her imagination.
I gave my window seat to a child.
Because the window was the only window she gazed at.
I gave my window seat to a child 
Because I wanted to see the glaze in her eye as she saw the cotton candies flying in the sky
I gave my window seat to a child.
And I saw the awe in her eyes as she saw a stream come out a roadside tap
I gave my window seat to a child 
And I noticed that red being her favourite colour only she was happy to see the red traffic light twinkle up.
I gave my window seat to a child
Because in the glint of her twinkling eyes I could see my smiling face..
I gave my window seat to a child.
Because admist the innocent squeals  of her laughter I saw flashes of my childhood pass by.
I gave my window seat to a child.
Because that pure smile, transparent eyes, wild soul, creative imagination was so rare to get hold of in this adultered world.
I gave my window seat to a child.
So that she could find an escape from the adult dominated world through her window.
I gave my window seat to a child.
So that she could escape from the world that gives her freedom of choice but restricts her options of choice.
 I gave my window seat to a child
Because,  maybe I have seen more of the world but she saw more of the beautiful world in her imagination.
I gave my window seat to a child. Because However timid her eyes may have been her dreams where big. I gave my window seat to a child. Because maybe I have seen more of the world but she saw more of the beautiful world in her imagination. I gave my window seat to a child. Because the window was the only window she gazed at. I gave my window seat to a child Because I wanted to see the glaze in her eye as she saw the cotton candies flying in the sky I gave my window seat to a child. And I saw the awe in her eyes as she saw a stream come out a roadside tap I gave my window seat to a child And I noticed that red being her favourite colour only she was happy to see the red traffic light twinkle up. I gave my window seat to a child Because in the glint of her twinkling eyes I could see my smiling face.. I gave my window seat to a child. Because admist the innocent squeals of her laughter I saw flashes of my childhood pass by. I gave my window seat to a child. Because that pure smile, transparent eyes, wild soul, creative imagination was so rare to get hold of in this adultered world. I gave my window seat to a child. So that she could find an escape from the adult dominated world through her window. I gave my window seat to a child. So that she could escape from the world that gives her freedom of choice but restricts her options of choice. I gave my window seat to a child Because, maybe I have seen more of the world but she saw more of the beautiful world in her imagination.
Misfit House girls gettin a little cray over the pork rib stew at Jangsujang Restaurant near Atlanta!

#misfithousecreative #geekgirl #nerdgirl #authorsofinstsgram #writerscommunity
I might be a little biased because my birthday is this month, but I absolutely LOVE October! The foliage, the food, the smells, Halloween! What’s not to love?? 🍁👻 #October #instapoetry #kidlit #poemsforkids #SCBWI #poetrycommunity #instapoem #kidlitpoetry #wordsanddoodles #amwriting #amdrawing #fallfeels #pumpkinpatch #applepicking #fallthings #autumn
In honor of my new novel that is set in England, I thought it only fitting to take some time to appreciate this other British awesomeness...
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Wedding Announcement Blues  My book on which the videos are based is Gonepausal on Amazon @gailforrest @amazon @newyorktimes  #wedding #weddingday #humor #weddinginvitation #funnywomen #laugh #comedy #middleagedwoman #funnybooks #datingover40 #middleage #wellbeing #womenover50 #weddingceremony #laugh #sketchcomedy#shortstory #womenwhoblog #dateideas #bookckubs #authorsofinstsgram #weddingday #weddingrings
It’s my #birthday! 🎉🎉🎉 #Blessed and grateful to see another year and the opportunity to experience life with the best group of people. ☺️🌼 At 10am, Sunday, #September 2, 1990, a little curly-Afro baby was born into a family I wouldn’t trade for the world 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉 #Virgo #author #authorsofinstsgram #birthdays #september  #books #bookworm #authors #thriller #suspense #books #Choices #shaderoom #news #business #marketing #designer #ambition #motivation #love  #artists #artistsoninstagram #photography #art #supportblackbusiness #news #business #marketing #instagram #followers 🙏🏾
It’s my #birthday ! 🎉🎉🎉 #Blessed  and grateful to see another year and the opportunity to experience life with the best group of people. ☺️🌼 At 10am, Sunday, #September  2, 1990, a little curly-Afro baby was born into a family I wouldn’t trade for the world 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉 #Virgo  #author  #authorsofinstsgram  #birthdays  #september  #books  #bookworm  #authors  #thriller  #suspense  #books  #Choices  #shaderoom  #news  #business  #marketing  #designer  #ambition  #motivation  #love  #artists  #artistsoninstagram  #photography  #art  #supportblackbusiness  #news  #business  #marketing  #instagram  #followers  🙏🏾
Our lovely #teenauthor  #authorsofinstsgram Isabella Murphy is enjoying her #firstdayofschool #fromdarktolightbook
Ah, a holiday Monday.
Perfect time to be lazy, chill and be busy chuggaling my favorite #Coffee over a good book. Thanks @brilloph for my stash and my #FrenchPress. 😘☕️😘
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#BrilloPH #BrilloPHRocks
#CoffeeGuzzler #Reader
#ReadersOfInstagram #CJEdmunds
#Writer #WritersOfInstagram
#Author #AuthorsOfInstsgram
Life will rub up against your hard, opinionated edges until the rough experiences yield a softer, more surrendered you.
#surrender
#the holding self
#awakening
#peace awaits
#die and be reborn
#meditate daily
#know thyself
#be still and know
#life and death
#Grace is
#receivership
#blessings 
#letting go
#ease into bliss
#be a blessing
#wait on God
#Soul speaks
#instapoetry
#instawisdom
#instapoet
#instaenlightenment
#instaauthor
#authorsofinstsgram
#nonfiction
#spiritual teacher
#spirituality
#Jacksonville healer
#Jacksonville light of God
#Jacksonville healing sanctuary
#Jacksonville blessings
#goodreads
Life will rub up against your hard, opinionated edges until the rough experiences yield a softer, more surrendered you. #surrender  #the  holding self #awakening  #peace  awaits #die  and be reborn #meditate  daily #know  thyself #be  still and know #life  and death #Grace  is #receivership  #blessings  #letting  go #ease  into bliss #be  a blessing #wait  on God #Soul  speaks #instapoetry  #instawisdom  #instapoet  #instaenlightenment  #instaauthor  #authorsofinstsgram  #nonfiction  #spiritual  teacher #spirituality  #Jacksonville  healer #Jacksonville  light of God #Jacksonville  healing sanctuary #Jacksonville  blessings #goodreads 
Heard of the #DarkDistrict but never visited or never heard of it at all? .
Just visit my site, www.cjedmunds.com & get  your #FreeChapter today. And while you’re at it, hop on over to #Amazon or #Kobo for the full story on this rainy weekend. Happy Reading! ☕️📖☕️📖
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#Sojourn #CJEdmunds #UrbanFantasyPH 
#Indie #IndieAuthor #IndiePublishing #SpineBooks
#UrbanFantasy #WritingLife #WriterJourney #TalesFromTheDarkDistrict #PhilippineFolklore 
#Philippines #Author #AuthorsOfInstsgram #Writer #WritersOfInstagram #ebook #BookNerd #Bibliophile #Geek #GeekReads
Heard of the #DarkDistrict  but never visited or never heard of it at all? . Just visit my site, www.cjedmunds.com & get your #FreeChapter  today. And while you’re at it, hop on over to #Amazon  or #Kobo  for the full story on this rainy weekend. Happy Reading! ☕️📖☕️📖 . #Sojourn  #CJEdmunds  #UrbanFantasyPH  #Indie  #IndieAuthor  #IndiePublishing  #SpineBooks  #UrbanFantasy  #WritingLife  #WriterJourney  #TalesFromTheDarkDistrict  #PhilippineFolklore  #Philippines  #Author  #AuthorsOfInstsgram  #Writer  #WritersOfInstagram  #ebook  #BookNerd  #Bibliophile  #Geek  #GeekReads 
Happiness is a box of treasures from #workingtitlefarm (Note the color-coordinated duct tape. Of course #ShariSmith has orange duct tape!) #SecretsoftheDevilVine
#faithkaiser 
#loveagoodbook 
#workingtitlefarmers
#farmlife
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#writersofinstagram 
#thelightbearersbooks
@RhondaStoppe @incourage contributor shares these practical insights to: “TRUSTING GOD in the Middle of Despair”
https://www.incourage.me/2018/06/trusting-god-middle-despair.html ⤴️
@noregretswoman 
#NoRegretsWoman #RhondaStoppe #trustinggod #despair #epilepsy #Seizures #epilepsyawareness #whydoesgodallowsuffering #parenting #differentbook #momsraisingsonstobemen #harvesthousepublishers #HarvestHouseAuthors #Authorsofinstsgram #Parenting 
#whenkidsgetsick #feelinghelpless #hope
@RhondaStoppe @incourage contributor shares these practical insights to: “TRUSTING GOD in the Middle of Despair” https://www.incourage.me/2018/06/trusting-god-middle-despair.html ⤴️ @noregretswoman #NoRegretsWoman  #RhondaStoppe  #trustinggod  #despair  #epilepsy  #Seizures  #epilepsyawareness  #whydoesgodallowsuffering  #parenting  #differentbook  #momsraisingsonstobemen  #harvesthousepublishers  #HarvestHouseAuthors  #Authorsofinstsgram  #Parenting  #whenkidsgetsick  #feelinghelpless  #hope 
@RhondaStoppe @incourage contributor shares these practical insights to: “TRUSTING GOD in the Middle of Despair”
https://www.incourage.me/2018/06/trusting-god-middle-despair.html ⤴️
@noregretswoman 
#NoRegretsWoman #RhondaStoppe #trustinggod #despair #epilepsy #Seizures #epilepsyawareness #whydoesgodallowsuffering #parenting #differentbook #momsraisingsonstobemen #harvesthousepublishers #HarvestHouseAuthors #Authorsofinstsgram #Parenting 
#whenkidsgetsick #feelinghelpless #hope
@RhondaStoppe @incourage contributor shares these practical insights to: “TRUSTING GOD in the Middle of Despair” https://www.incourage.me/2018/06/trusting-god-middle-despair.html ⤴️ @noregretswoman #NoRegretsWoman  #RhondaStoppe  #trustinggod  #despair  #epilepsy  #Seizures  #epilepsyawareness  #whydoesgodallowsuffering  #parenting  #differentbook  #momsraisingsonstobemen  #harvesthousepublishers  #HarvestHouseAuthors  #Authorsofinstsgram  #Parenting  #whenkidsgetsick  #feelinghelpless  #hope 
This is the book we're using for our Fall Creative Writing Class at #FoxTaleBookShoppe. Tuesday evenings, September 18 - November 6, 6-7:30 pm. 
#DamnFineStory by#ChuckWendig (since we thoroughly enjoyed #TheKickAssWriter in our spring class!)
Call or visit the Shoppe to sign up!
#writingclass 
#authorsofinstsgram 
#writersofinstagram 
#atlantawriters 
#gaauthors 
#thelightbearersbooks
"I am made of a thousand ghosts... And only you can shoot me down." #bestseller #thegirlwhocriedwolf #lifeafterdeath #readYA #YA #authorsofinstsgram #beingauthor
It’s nice to have kitty company while I work. Especially since he likes it when I read my drafts out loud. 🐱
It’s nice to have kitty company while I work. Especially since he likes it when I read my drafts out loud. 🐱
"I crawled up the manmade hilly path cutting around the russet sandcliffs. The cicadas’ song deafened the silence of my walk. I bore the weight of defeat and frustration yet again. Coming to the top, the ice plants that trailed at the side of the sandy path turned greener and the sounds of human interaction drowned out the cicadas’ noise. I opened the small wooden gate separating Surf Camp 
from the rest of the camping park, left my board on the board stand and dashed to the kitchen to have some lunch. I breathed in the smell of suncream and pine in the air. Everyone appeared carefree, filled with laughter and lightness. Their lives hadn’t been a string of disappointments and could-have-beens. They could have had their own struggles but they didn’t wear them on their face. They didn’t move with the heaviness conceded by time gone by idly. All that I wasn’t, all that I could have been, all that I would never be… I knew better than to let myself spiral in a pool of dark thoughts. For years I had battled with depression, that constant feeling of worthlessness sneaking up behind you and sharing every detail about the person you can’t be."
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in WAVE
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Happy #NationalWritingDay fellow #writers.
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#Wave #surfstory #amwriting #amwritingfiction #womensfiction #surf #surfcamp #surfing #sandcliffs #writingplace #writing #writersofinstagram #writersofig #authorsofinstsgram #moodtoday #books #fiction #depression #Abbie #healing #Portugal #Melides #PraiadaGalé #DreamseaPortugal
"I crawled up the manmade hilly path cutting around the russet sandcliffs. The cicadas’ song deafened the silence of my walk. I bore the weight of defeat and frustration yet again. Coming to the top, the ice plants that trailed at the side of the sandy path turned greener and the sounds of human interaction drowned out the cicadas’ noise. I opened the small wooden gate separating Surf Camp from the rest of the camping park, left my board on the board stand and dashed to the kitchen to have some lunch. I breathed in the smell of suncream and pine in the air. Everyone appeared carefree, filled with laughter and lightness. Their lives hadn’t been a string of disappointments and could-have-beens. They could have had their own struggles but they didn’t wear them on their face. They didn’t move with the heaviness conceded by time gone by idly. All that I wasn’t, all that I could have been, all that I would never be… I knew better than to let myself spiral in a pool of dark thoughts. For years I had battled with depression, that constant feeling of worthlessness sneaking up behind you and sharing every detail about the person you can’t be." . in WAVE . Happy #NationalWritingDay  fellow #writers . . #Wave  #surfstory  #amwriting  #amwritingfiction  #womensfiction  #surf  #surfcamp  #surfing  #sandcliffs  #writingplace  #writing  #writersofinstagram  #writersofig  #authorsofinstsgram  #moodtoday  #books  #fiction  #depression  #Abbie  #healing  #Portugal  #Melides  #PraiadaGalé  #DreamseaPortugal 
Authors, confused about KDP Select, Kindle Unlimited, etc. and how they impact you? I explain in today’s episode of “The Heidi Thorne Show” on iTunes, Stitcher and Podbean.

#podcast #podcasting #amwriting #author #authors #writer #writers #books #book #writing #selfpublishing #selfpublished #authorsofinstsgram #writersofinstagram #writersofig
Are you making some big writing mistakes? Find out in today’s episode of The Heidi Thorne Show” on iTunes, Stitcher and Podbean.

#podcast #podcasting #amwriting #author #authors #writer #writers #books #book #writing #selfpublishing #selfpublished #authorsofinstsgram #writersofinstagram #writersofig
My first audio book, titled “Invisible Competition,” is now available on Audible.com. It talks about sales for small business. Check it out! #smallbiz #smallbusiness #business #entrepreneur #solopreneur #amwriting #amreading #author #authors #writer #writers #books #book #writing #selfpublishing #selfpublished #authorsofinstsgram #writersofinstagram #writersofig #bookstagram
Want your podcast to play on Alexa? Find out how in today’s episode of “The Heidi Thorne Show” on iTunes, Stitcher and Podbean. #podcast #podcasting #amwriting #author #authors #writer #writers #books #book #writing #selfpublishing #selfpublished #authorsofinstsgram #writersofinstagram #writersofig
ICYMI: Catch up on Tuesday’s episode of “The Heidi Thorne Show” on iTunes, Stitcher and Podbean. Plus, you can listen on your Amazon Echo device. podcasting #amwriting #author #authors #writer #writers #books #book #writing #selfpublishing #selfpublished #authorsofinstsgram #writersofinstagram #writersofig
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Come on guys and gals...lets support each other! #blueheart #supportsmallbusjness #authorsofinstsgram #payitforward #repost #supportindie #unite
GDPR went into effect last Friday. I talk about the aftermath of it in today’s today’s episode of “The Heidi Thorne Show” on iTunes, Stitcher and Podbean. #podcast #podcasting #smallbiz #smallbusiness #business #entrepreneur #solopreneur #amwriting #author #authors #writer #writers #books #book #writing #selfpublishing #selfpublished #authorsofinstsgram #writersofinstagram #writersofig
From my first 3k -10k, real short story in the heroes journey genre! Called "What about UfOs" .
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#monkey #ufo #authorsofinstsgram #creativewriting #poetsofinstagram #poetry #poems #writersofinstagram #writing #amwriting #paintings #man #evolution #creation #witch #argentinia #human #writersofnyc
Experiencing The Marshmallow Dainty for the First Time. Fourth Generation. 😉👍#marshmallowdainties #chocolatemarshmallow #familynewyear #humour #kids #authorsofinstsgram #photography #herzogthefrogandme