We all want to believe that love is this magical thing that fixes our problems and makes things perfect. We look for the love that we see in movies and fall for all of Hollywood’s lies. But the truth is, love will never be like that. Love is something you have to work at and fight for. It’s not always pretty and it’s definitely not magic, because not even love can keep two people together if they don’t try.
Does anyone even read what I post here?
The good stuff is hiding in your drafts….
Submit something collecting dust in your drafts - finished or unfinished.
Show me something real…
Can’t even remember what it felt like when times were good; it’s been that long.
Ayurnamat - (Inuit) A word describing the philosophy that there is no point in worrying about events that cannot be changed.
How you always manage to post things directly in tune with my current thoughts and emotions amazes me.
You're a choker?
The Curse of Eve
The female body is an aggravating piece of work.
We bleed for a week.
1.5 weeks later we ovulate.
Another week later say hello to PMS.
And then the curse of eve visits about a week or so later…
Can a shorty live?
And the crazy thing is, I didn’t believe in PMS until a couple of years ago. It is oh so real. Personally, I’ve been close to tears about 4 times today. At first, I sincerely thought I was going crazy. Naaahhh.. Just the side effects of being homogametic.
I start to write…
Then I stop before I develop the idea.
I remember there was a point in time when I refrained from exploring my thoughts and feelings - who knows what truths I would’ve uncovered.
Why am I so afraid of my own reflection?