"I am by nature, a dealer in words, and words are the most powerful drug known to humanity." - Rudyard Kipling
Love, What Are You Afraid Of?
Love scares me, maybe more than it should. I mean, it's supposed to be this beautiful thing, right? It's supposed to be amazing, and great. Of course it's not meant to be perfect. It's supposed to have it's ups and down. It's supposed to have it's flaws. But in the end of it all, it's supposed to be worth it right?
Kindness is not just a word or an adjective that looks good on a personality quiz. It is defined as “the quality of being friendly, generous, and considerate”, but more than that, it’s a mindset. It’s a way to see the world in a brighter view and a way to treat other people. It’s about showing people compassion and putting others in front of yourself sometimes. It’s about being mindful of others, treating them with respect, and trying to brighten someone else’s day.
Tattoo Stories, No. 1
Like almost everyone else out there who has tattoos, I've wanted ink since I was a little kid. I've spent years planning and revising tattoo plans. I have plans drawn out on notebook paper, pictures saved to my computer and phone, a folder for tattoos on instagram, a whole board on pinterest too...It's just something that's always been fun to me to plan and exciting to think about actually getting.
Letters I'll Never Send: Part 5
Hey, I don't know where to start or what to do right now. It's been a while since I wrote you a letter, and you would think that would be a good thing, but it's just a coincidence. I haven't had time, and I haven't been able to organize my thoughts.
The Frailty of Will
Written October 26, 2017 Nobody is perfect, and most people are actually far from it. Human beings by nature are flawed. We hurt people we care about, we destroy the world we live in, and we always have an excuse for why our bad behavior should be pardoned. It’s not to say people are completely terrible, but it is to say that we are greatly flawed. Despite the fact that we all know this, many people are hesitant to admit their flaws. One way we see them without admitting to them is through fiction novels. In most cases, fiction is just a hidden form of truth. Authors write the stories that are hard to tell, and people relate to them, because they find some common ground without realizing. As Eleanor Roosevelt said, “The reason that fiction is more interesting than any other form of literature, to those who really like to study people, is that in fiction the author can really tell the truth without humiliating himself.” This applies not only to writers, but to readers as well. No one wants to admit they’re terrible, but they absolutely love to read about it.
A Little Big Thing
Do you ever meet someone who makes you feel both small and big at the same time? Small because whenever you're with them, you feel protected. You feel safe and sheltered. You feel cared for, and secure in their company. There's comfort in knowing that they're around because as long as they're there, you have someone to look out for you. You have someone who has your back, who wants to protect you and see you succeed. You have endless support, like strong hands lifting you high up when things are hard to see. You have a strong shield against all the negativities that try to surround you, never letting their harm even come close. You have the peace of mind that should you face any danger, you have someone who will stand up in front of you and keep you from getting hurt. You feel, in simplest terms, safe. It's like you're in a never-ending hug, arms strong and holding you together while the terrors and dangers of life try and shake you to your knees. Or like you're being lifted up, high up in the clouds. From there, you just look down at all the negativities that try to reach you, knowing that there's fortitude in the arms that hold you up. It's like nothing can touch you. Nothing can get past the love, nurture, and care that surrounds you, encapsulating you completely.
Letters I'll Never Send: Part 4
Hi, This is the fourth letter I've actually written out for you. I know in the grand scheme of things, four sounds like a small number. But I'd hoped to have stopped at one letter. I wish I didn't have to keep writing these, but it's the only way to let some of what I'm feeling absorb.
Letters I'll Never Send: Part 3
Hey, My letters are normally way more put together, but for this one, I don't think it'll be like that. This hurts so bad right now. It really does. The ache in my chest is so unending and deep. I can't make it stop no matter what I do. It lulls quietly every now and then. It calms down. But when it starts again, it's suffocating.
Letters I'll Never Send: Part 2
Hey again, I didn't think I'd be writing another letter so soon, but here I am. I've been away for two weeks. I thought at first the vacation would be enough to clear my head. Experiencing a different location, spending time with my cousins, having activities during the day to distract me... I figured it would help me distance myself from what I was feeling. I'd actually hoped that it would relieve me of my feelings, and somehow I'd realize that I'd just been confused. But the distance did nothing but make me miss you. Talking to you in the brief moments when we both were up, able to work around the time difference... it made me miss you more. So I forced even more distance by telling you I was losing a wifi connection for a few days. I lied again, something that leaves me with so much guilt. But, I can't even apologize for it without revealing too much.