Staring into the void to see who is looking back.
I really didn’t think I was going to be able to write at all this week. My mind has been totally consumed with dread, fear, and anxiety for so long now—there is no space for anything else. No, this week is only good for ranting and emotional breakdowns. So, I figured, I might as well write about that…
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The Performance of Grief: What people expect from you and what you expect from people in return.
When you lose a loved one—anyone you hold dear—you will find yourself suddenly saddled, not only with the heaviness of Grief, but with a weight of voyeuristic expectation…
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thoughts and things
Never Wanted Perfect Just Real
The works and occasional ramblings of A.D. WIlls.
The idea is to write something every day, quickly, without fretting too much over words or taking any time to edit; just let the words flow in a stream of consciousness! I’ll see if they give me a story, a lyric, a poem. It doesn’t matter. If it blossoms into something fuller later that’s fine, but it’s ok if they remain fragments. Life is made up of fragments. Some of them become stories and some of them are just pieces of a larger story. Some fragments are singular moments in time. Forgettable or life changing they all have their place. -Lorelei Moon
Write on, dude.
Recipes showing step by step directions with pictures and a printable recipe card.
Where everyone gets a happy ending.
frightfully wondrous things happen here.
"Of this I am certain: The moment you said, "You are..." I no longer recognized myself. I am more than the woman you see. "
living in the vibe of my emotions
ladyofbooklott
Metaphysics As A Form Of Entertainment
Academia with affect.
A Millennial's Musings of the World.
Deep dives with a Black Nerdy Sotho Girl
authorial mal-intention
Everything you didn't need to know about anything.
Alchemy Anarchy & the Abyss 