Twitter @angied7592. Long time lover of literature. Obsessed with adorable animals and coffee I spend my days playing video games with my brother and fiancee. I got a medium account too https://angeladerscha.medium.com/ check it out.
Your Life Matters
I offer this to those who are afraid and lost, I swear to make you feel better, no matter the cost! Your life matters.
Ode to Isabelle
Oh, Isabelle! Yellow bundle of joy, Symbol of intellect and loyaltyl Spreading your cheer far and wide, A true sensation!
I'm A Queen
I'm a Queen Hear me shout, You can knock me down, but you can't knock me out. Perfectly perplexing, My thoughts are apexing
My Green Home
For my Wave Makers challenge, I chose to break down my home and our “green” habits. Allow me to begin by saying that we, my household and I, are not a 100% super green, eco-friendly home. We aren't, but the title isn't a lie either. More or less, we live by the ideology that if we don't need it, we don't use it and that if it's not safe enough to be recycled or broken down, then we don't need to be using it at all. With this in mind, we still have wasteful tendencies to an extent, but we try to make a difference in our choices to help out our beautiful planet.
Paisley Knows Best!
Anybody that knows me on a personal level is aware that I am very old-fashioned. I love old hairstyles, car designs, books, movies, music, and clothing choices. This challenge exists for us to relive a fashion trend or style that we want to come back into existence or something that invokes a sense of nostalgia. Something that takes us back in time to simpler days. Honestly, I love this challenge concept! Reliving fashion trends from decades ago that have, unfortunately, became retired is a great way to keep the memories alive.
In the Woods
Capturing the wild means to capture nature and all its glory. That's a big challenge. On the one hand, you don't want to disturb the delicate balance by getting too close, but on the other, you can't help but to admire such raw, powerful beauty. I'm not a great photographer, but I have taken up this task with all of my heart. Bear with me my fellow readers, for I shall tell you my story.
Stranded at Sea
My mind is foggy, adrenaline is pumping; my ears are ringing, my throat is full and choking. Of what? Bitter, burning, salty ocean water. Why? I'm struggling to stay afloat in the Atlantic Ocean, far from any civilization. That's right; it's coming back to me; I fell overboard! From where? My cruise ship. I was on a trip to visit the Caribbean for a well-deserved vacation. I was so excited; I've never been on an exotic trip before. It was a small win at the grocery store in a drawing, of which I never won anything from, but still a win! I dashed home and began packing shortly afterward.
All I see is darkness; all I feel is emptiness, the crippling isolation followed by a sense of unwavering anxiety and nervousness. Potentially eternity goes by with no true understanding of length, but time passes all the same. I feel it, but nothing else. Suddenly, sensations of all sorts overwhelm me. I'm lying on something, a texture of grainy beach sands. A scent follows, that of salt-kissed ocean air, a sound comes of raging waves, a temperature follows that of warm sunshine on my ice-cold flesh. That's right; I have a body. I'm a person! A realization of my identity, that's a good thing. Right? I don't know, but then again, I don't remember much right now.