Self-acceptance & self-love poem. For anyone who, just like me, at times, can’t seem to find beauty in themselves.
Read these words everyday, or repeat them to yourself by heart: no matter what you...
A collaboration between @philmichaelwebs and @kaylynn (Part 3 of 3)
Let's talk about those beautiful breakfast photos we all drool over.
I'm always here sitting on this radish and counting to ten and then counting down from ten. It's a fun existence i guess. I want to run around in a field and have the trees start to float and have th...
Write about what makes you uncomfortable
-Mirrors and reflections-
-Inspired by Usagi-
We live in a world today
Where not enough- ness is pushed our way
Made of strawberries and petals of a daisy Sweet and tiny, red and white.
Fake laughs are like counterfeit cash, false in presentation and worthless trash
Being annoyed by myself that I'm always so loud, even when I would wish I could disappear.
A poem I made during my last weeks of high school. I was feeling pretty insecure at the time.
Fear of abandonment is like being trapped in a chasm of paintings of people you once knew, and currently know, wondering where their true colors lie.
Do you know what lurks in the shadows? The things that creep around your room at night
Self-acceptance & self-love poem. For anyone who, just like me, at times, can’t seem to find beauty in themselves.
Read these words everyday, or repeat them to yourself by heart: no matter what you...
A collaboration between @philmichaelwebs and @kaylynn (Part 3 of 3)
Let's talk about those beautiful breakfast photos we all drool over.
I'm always here sitting on this radish and counting to ten and then counting down from ten. It's a fun existence i guess. I want to run around in a field and have the trees start to float and have th...
Write about what makes you uncomfortable
-Mirrors and reflections-
-Inspired by Usagi-
We live in a world today
Where not enough- ness is pushed our way
Made of strawberries and petals of a daisy Sweet and tiny, red and white.
Fake laughs are like counterfeit cash, false in presentation and worthless trash
Being annoyed by myself that I'm always so loud, even when I would wish I could disappear.
A poem I made during my last weeks of high school. I was feeling pretty insecure at the time.
Fear of abandonment is like being trapped in a chasm of paintings of people you once knew, and currently know, wondering where their true colors lie.
Do you know what lurks in the shadows? The things that creep around your room at night