The stars are her tears
Shed for human suffering
To act as beacons for their journeys.
She throws them to Earth
To light our way.
The moon is her heart;
It waxes and wanes
With our laughter and laments:
The cycle of our joy.
The sky is the blanket
She threw over us
To protect us... More →
Imaginators isn't a word, I know.
But at 11:13 at night, a better word doesn't come to mind.
My grandfather told me a few years back that you never throw away anything you've written. I didn't think much of that back then. I thought, "Why would I... More →
I have no idea what I want to do with my life.
I am 19 years old, I'm in college, I just switched my major to elementary education. Yet I still don't know what I want to do with my life.
There is so much pressure from... More →
Groaning under the weight
Of supporting an entire identity
With only a few syllables
Their definitions scoured
By people searching for an identity
Trying on new names
As though one word could change everything
Yet despite the importance we give
Names are just words
We claim for ourselves
Finding everything in what... More →
Hey guys! I haven’t made a Craft Corner in the past 10 months, but I will today, because I love you guys, and I want you to be able to make banana pudding. The easy way.
This serves six to eight people by the way. I... More →