When I was a little girl, I read a lot of books. A lot. All kinds of books. Fiction, encyclopedia’s (open to random page and
Tag: writing

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It was the first day of middle school for me in yet another new school. Another first day that found me, as was now routine,
Wait, I Can Explain…
A glimpse inside the search engine history of a writer or in other words: If my computer is ever searched and I am a murder
i want you to
i want you to read with your eyes closed. i want your senses to play musical chairs and have sight be the one left standing,
Just going to jot this down
It resonates Strikes a chord or rings a bell Whatever the saying that catches what IT does. Yes I say to myself. Yes. That’s it.
my creations
sketches and paintings are never my medium pretty lines and designs have never been released from my hands so I write instead from my