A poem about what it feels like to be a second-generation immigrant living in the UK. Thank you for reading, much love! <3
What does reality feel like? A short story based on a prompt from @skye!
A short limerick to celebrate the beginning of summer. Sorry, it isn't risqué like limericks supposed to be!
A short poem about a sunset walk in nature that brought about good feelings
A short poem about how relaxing and rewarding nature watching can be.
First poem to the topic of relaxation! I will be doing these often because especially during these hard times, we need this reminder the most. Enjoy!
The feeling of blissful relief in something as simple as a shower.
Life can get stressful unless we do something to remain calm.
Cinnamon, habanero, vanilla and fizz This custom stout shows me what pleasure is.
In the still of the night, a man basks in the comfort and love of his sleeping husband.
There is a happy place I have created with only my mind and a bunch of random stimuli, memories, and feelings. This place is perpetually autumn because that is my favorite time of the year. A little c...
A poem about what it feels like to be a second-generation immigrant living in the UK. Thank you for reading, much love! <3
What does reality feel like? A short story based on a prompt from @skye!
A short limerick to celebrate the beginning of summer. Sorry, it isn't risqué like limericks supposed to be!
A short poem about a sunset walk in nature that brought about good feelings
A short poem about how relaxing and rewarding nature watching can be.
First poem to the topic of relaxation! I will be doing these often because especially during these hard times, we need this reminder the most. Enjoy!
The feeling of blissful relief in something as simple as a shower.
Life can get stressful unless we do something to remain calm.
Cinnamon, habanero, vanilla and fizz This custom stout shows me what pleasure is.
In the still of the night, a man basks in the comfort and love of his sleeping husband.
There is a happy place I have created with only my mind and a bunch of random stimuli, memories, and feelings. This place is perpetually autumn because that is my favorite time of the year. A little c...