So Teddy might have discovered Bunny's post.
Please don't forget to leave a comment and like! (It makes Bunny super happy)
I've realised that my recent posts have been quite depressive, so I tried my hand at some optimism. Hope you enjoy! <3 (The art, it's so beautiful! By George Redhawk, a legally blind artist who likes ...
**Don't read it. You'll regret it.**
I told Iqra I wanted to write a story about chocolate and tears that was not a cliché.
My version of a Children's Book :P
I woke up at 5 am today. I practiced meditation for half an hour.
I woke up this morning to a strange man on my couch. I had never seen this man before. I was slightly scared. I went over to him. He was the most adorable sleeper that I had ever laid eyes on. His che...
I miss you , but I'm stuck here , writing sloppy poems about "us" , that doesn't exist any more .
A wee limerick I wrote on a table cloth (disposable, I'm not a vandal) while waiting for my lunch.
Having my lunch today in plastic plate It was not late
A haiku over endings at lunch. I don't write haiku. There's a first for everything.
Sorry for the delay. Link of previous part is in the comments. Check out my page to read the series from starting. Comment and let me know how this part was...hope you enjoy reading this.
So Teddy might have discovered Bunny's post.
Please don't forget to leave a comment and like! (It makes Bunny super happy)
I've realised that my recent posts have been quite depressive, so I tried my hand at some optimism. Hope you enjoy! <3 (The art, it's so beautiful! By George Redhawk, a legally blind artist who likes ...
**Don't read it. You'll regret it.**
I told Iqra I wanted to write a story about chocolate and tears that was not a cliché.
My version of a Children's Book :P
I woke up at 5 am today. I practiced meditation for half an hour.
I woke up this morning to a strange man on my couch. I had never seen this man before. I was slightly scared. I went over to him. He was the most adorable sleeper that I had ever laid eyes on. His che...
I miss you , but I'm stuck here , writing sloppy poems about "us" , that doesn't exist any more .
A wee limerick I wrote on a table cloth (disposable, I'm not a vandal) while waiting for my lunch.
Having my lunch today in plastic plate It was not late
A haiku over endings at lunch. I don't write haiku. There's a first for everything.
Sorry for the delay. Link of previous part is in the comments. Check out my page to read the series from starting. Comment and let me know how this part was...hope you enjoy reading this.