The blush rushes to my cheeks, making me feel like a little girl, with a pleasant secret, that I have parceled up within me for keeps.
Words by KP
Photography by Gingerale Photography
A few thoughts.....
Musings on poetry, language, perception, numbers, food, and anything else that slips through the cracks.
..... Just ....... Haiku .....
Conjured by Sarah Doughty
Writing to Transcend
BY NIHARIKA JAISWAL
I am an Epigraph sometimes... That's when I stray here.
Tales from the mouth of a wolf
Was I born a masochist or did society make me this way? I demand unconditional love and complete freedom. That is why I am terrible.
"Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back." ... these are my songs and whispers.
The Ridges of Intertextuallity
Pour vivre heureux, vivons cachés
A Hopefully Formerly Depressed Human Vows To Practice Self-Approval
Practical thoughts for a better life