Random midnight thoughts from yesterday that I'd like to share with you. ❤
I call these my little peeps. Mini-micropoetry on my watercolour sketches.
Here you go, something to soothe your nerves. A little inspirational poem. Enjoy! I used black pages because it feels good and not a waste of time to do something else.
Random Thought of Me (with my buddy Etho)
It's really funny how easy it is to forget the people we once would have died for.
Wait, what if a funeral song was Staying Alive? What if you take DayQuill and NiQuill at the same time?
The simple secrets, tips, and guide to being a great Tumblr girl!
my dad used to tell me "just write, it doesn't matter if it's a paragraph, a sentence or even a word"... and I do have to admit; the thought of being able to pour my feelings and ideas on a piece of p...
How is love communicated? The truest affection is conveyed without the need to state the verbal movements.
We are our truest selves when we are alone. We go out, go to school, go to work, and go about our day with a couple of ready-to-wear facade in our back pockets. It's funny how often people, colleag...
Originally an assignment for school, I made another one that I deem better that describes how I feel about poetry.
Just some thoughts. Spilling my feelings after a very long day in school.
Random midnight thoughts from yesterday that I'd like to share with you. ❤
I call these my little peeps. Mini-micropoetry on my watercolour sketches.
Here you go, something to soothe your nerves. A little inspirational poem. Enjoy! I used black pages because it feels good and not a waste of time to do something else.
Random Thought of Me (with my buddy Etho)
It's really funny how easy it is to forget the people we once would have died for.
Wait, what if a funeral song was Staying Alive? What if you take DayQuill and NiQuill at the same time?
The simple secrets, tips, and guide to being a great Tumblr girl!
my dad used to tell me "just write, it doesn't matter if it's a paragraph, a sentence or even a word"... and I do have to admit; the thought of being able to pour my feelings and ideas on a piece of p...
How is love communicated? The truest affection is conveyed without the need to state the verbal movements.
We are our truest selves when we are alone. We go out, go to school, go to work, and go about our day with a couple of ready-to-wear facade in our back pockets. It's funny how often people, colleag...
Originally an assignment for school, I made another one that I deem better that describes how I feel about poetry.
Just some thoughts. Spilling my feelings after a very long day in school.