Source

Source is like a ball of fire, the ball of fire. I came from it, yet when I touch it I wince at the singe of my fingertip. I suffer when I leave it. Source is the ball of fire. In which when I submerge myself, I will burn, I will shine and I will […]

I had a Mr T doll..Yep.

🌿 In discussions of childhood often the subject of barbie dolls comes up. And I probably did have one at some point but the doll I remember playing with the most was this guy. Yep. Mr. T. 💪🏿 🌿 Oh lawdy how I wish I had a photograph of me as a little kid with […]