ዓለሚቱ አጥብቀው ከያዙት ለቀቅ ላደረጉት ዛፍ ፥ ለሞኝ ከሚያሳዩት ለብልህ ለነገሩት ታሪክ ታደላለች።

"Life is hard. Then you die. Then they throw dirt in your face. Then the worms eat you. Be grateful it happens in that order."

Would you kneel for love?

Yes! I said it!

Life was a party to be thrown, but that was just a million years ago.... or maybe maybe tomorrow.....maybe in the new year.....maybe.

Something of a poem and a letter to âme soeur... If you relate to this, I’m sorry.

A Guide to Finding Inner Peace Through Divine Meltdowns LoooooL!!!

A sweet dessert another metaphor your madness made me write!

It’s about time we talked about it.

A mere confession of a delicate obsession....

Some unrequited love it seems

No one tells you the truth about moving. Here is mine.

Just as there are two sides to a single coin, the words we often use for comfort can also hold a darker meaning.

How I miss those childhood friends.

Is fiction really worth it?