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𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓶𝓼 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓶
Frogs
Calm, endearing, nurturing. we can learn something from these gentle creatures.
I wish that I could take some time away to enjoy the little things, I know that we can be the same
someday.
♡ dreampt all night about kissing girls ♡
The pursuit of art is the pursuit of life.
—Chassidy J. Reid
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You tell me
The show must go on?
I must look ahead
Soldier on
And never look back
Well, easier said then done
When all your scripts are written by others
But I am the writer in my show
And I have no faith remaining in him to win me an oscar
-a.K
I wish for just one second to turn the tides into torches So that I could pluck them from the sea And show the waves where to go
@ourwreckedwonderland -Anushka Choudhary
The One Thing That Matters
This world is so lonely,
few friends to relate.
Small talk is all they give.
How is that anyway to live?
My landlord doesn't understand
why the rent is late.
He calls... and calls.. and calls.. and calls,
Just to belittle and berate.
Given crumbs to work like a robot
and still, the bills can't be paid.
my body and spirit can't meet the demand.
Little compensation for the hours I've given.
Always struggling. This just isn't living.
My car breaks down on the way home from work.
It never runs right. Just a hand-me-down from a jerk.
I kick my car door and cuss in anger,
pushing it to the side of the road and out of danger.
I have to walk home because my cell phone doesn't work.
There goes the dog bolting through the neighborhood.
All I did was open the front door.
Animal control will be called soon.
Maybe they'll take her away for good.
I just can't take this anymore.
I'm exhausted and defeated.
The greeting I give my husband is ignored.
He never looks at me with interest now.
He just sits around and says he's bored.
This can't be living. There has to be more.
My little girl comes to greet me
as I sit down and think life is just a cruel chore.
She drew me a picture with the two of us smiling.
She holds it up proudly and shouts
“I love you, mommy!” loudly.
I hug her tightly as she beams with a grin.
That sweet childlike picture is more than a win.
It's that sweet little gesture that makes me see.
I am loved so much. There's no need to grieve.
I hang her picture on the fridge.
And cry a bit as I smile.
My life is hard and stressful,
but the little things like this make it all worth while.
One day I will grow skin that hasn’t been burned by your touch