He may have thought
that I looked self-obsessed,
which I am.
She may have thought
that I am bitter with life,
which is true.
My friend once thought I am cold.
Now she believes I am kind.
She was wrong then.
She is wrong now.
For all the adjective that they
they found to replace me
were either misleading
or unnecessary.
None of those words were me.
But they don’t know how to define me,
categorize me,
love me
without those words.
The musings left behind by my mind...
A blog on reading, writing and storytelling
A haven and sanctuary for the words that drip from my mind like a faulty tap, to find refuge on blank pages akin to squatters within empty houses.
my writing junkyard
Things I should be telling myself
I'm a little human.. from a different land.😜
Painting with oil pastels
Yoga Happens Every Day--Pee Pants and All
(Probably) The most accurate theories & explanations for BTS HYYH & Wings
writes shit and immediately erases 95% of it
Lone Wolf & the Invincible Summer Diaries. Lone Wolf is a socially awkward queer artist and dweeb, Invincible Summer Diaries is her unfiltered life and search for belonging.
Poems... with a side of fiction
Poetry and Words
WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR
Life is short..... but it's long enough to make you forget.....that it doesn't last for ever!
Poets bleed from the heart and soul
Conjured by Sarah Doughty
ocean of fearlessness.
Jack Bennett
Being loved without judgement of qualities toughest task of all.
True 🙂
Wouldn’t it be wonderful if we weren’t categorized.
True 🙂 that would give us such a relief from always trying to be someone that people can love. (as if you have to be a certain way to be loved )
sadly some people have a criteria before they will love us. Those are the ones we wish well, be kind too and love, all from a distance 😉