It was an experience that she doted on because it defined her, her world-her reality. Unfortunately, the world constantly reminded her of the toxic truth that was the actual reality.
her breath and that of the girl filled each other, they took in each others essence, each others pain, joy and the weight of their dreams consumed them. She intoxicated her with a depth they had both craved in secret..they were one.
All that was there was passion, pleasure, and intensity.
I’m not thinking;I’m feeling”
Testosterone does not make great leaders: character does.
Our mind gets us through life in the most interesting ways
I made a vow to myself that every year in June I have to write at least one personal story. Why June? June is the National Scoliosis awareness month in the USA but I have been observing it regardless and I think it is something that can be global. This cause is personal to…
her body separate from her mind and her skin felt foreign to the hairs rooted in it.
12/4/2018 I was busy scrolling through my Instagram at 3 a.m enjoying a good laugh from memes when a certain hashtag caught my eye #ifikiewazazi. This is a Swahili phrase to mean “let it get to the parents” or ”make it known to the parents”. The hashtag was a viral campaign that came as a…
I was scared of the world since I had been convinced the world was out to get me.
What is that look…that face you wear in the moment foreign to your mind; subconsciously familiar strengh, passion, and something higher… Your eyes tell a tale They plead for mercy while begging for more The intensity you feel;that fuel to your fascination … fire and fear This is the beginning or it could end it…