Bea Marie

Joined June 2018

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20-something-year-old trying to find the humor in life. You can find me working at coffee shops and leafing through books at any store that has a book section. Real-life experiences are intertwined in every piece I write. Enjoy!

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Leaving My Mid-Twenties
I'm sitting on my couch eating leftovers while receiving cat cuddles. My birthday is in a few days, and that means I'm leaving my mid-twenties to enter into my la- hold on let me try again. My late t- oh gosh... [insert deep breaths here] One more try, my... late... 20s... I just cringed.
By Bea Marie2 years ago in Humans
Top Story - May 2022
Dating In My Mid-TwentiesTop Story - May 2022
There are many things my adolescent years did not prepare me for as an adult. For instance, how to file my taxes, how to build credit, and how to apply for student loans. Now, I can add one more item to this list - dating.
By Bea Marie2 years ago in Humans
Lunch With My Grandma
I didn't grow up with much, but I was rich in other ways. My cup overflowed from the love my grandma had for me. I spent several weekends at my dad's parent's house throughout my childhood. I never complained about visiting, because they had a basement full of toys. I'd attend Mass on Sundays and eat donuts with them afterward. When we'd get back to their house, we'd eat lunch together. Everyone had a designated seat when we ate any meal at the dining room table.
By Bea Marie4 years ago in Families
Déjà Rêvé - Strange Phenomenon
I have always had strong, vivid dreams. I am able to feel what happened in my dreams when I wake up. I have been encountering a phenomenon known as déjà rêvé (French for "already dreamed"), since I was a child.
By Bea Marie4 years ago in Longevity
The Horror of 4:47 A.M
It's 8:53 on a chilly Saturday night in November. My friends had asked me to go out with them for a night on the town, but I decided to stay in and catch up on chores.
By Bea Marie4 years ago in Horror
What Makes a House a Home?
We built this home. Every day, we collected our hopes and dreams to create our foundation. We spent so many nights watching our TV shows together. We spent mornings drinking coffee and eating chocolate chip pancakes on the living room table. We spent many drunken nights and hungover mornings here. I told you my deepest secrets on the bathroom floor. You broke my heart at the front door. We stacked up laughter, adventures, love, and memories to form these four walls.
By Bea Marie5 years ago in Poets
To the Man Who Loves Me Next
For as long as I can remember, I have been a hopeless romantic. I love to be loved and to give love in return. And because of this, I have found myself in more heartbreaking circumstances than I care to admit. I have given my love to men who were not able to love me in return. My poor heart has been battered and broken. To the man who loves me next, as much as I want to give my love to you, please don't hurt me.
By Bea Marie5 years ago in Humans
Quick Tips for Moving On
I look at you, and I know you've been hurt. I can see the pain in your eyes even when you wear your breathtaking smile on your beautiful face. I know you want to move on, but you're afraid your heart will catch fire for someone new because you were burned too many times. Your walls are not meant to keep people out. Instead, those walls are meant to keep your heart in since it has a history of following your significant others blindly.
By Bea Marie5 years ago in Humans
The Apology Letter You Never Got
I cannot tell you how many times I picked up my phone wanting to call you. I cannot tell you how many drunken texts you almost woke up to, but thankfully my friends would stop me from hitting send.
By Bea Marie5 years ago in Humans
My Friend who Killed Themself
I never thought I would have to write this letter. I never thought I would wake up one morning with dozens of missed calls and texts from your parents. I never thought I would have to dress in all black and attend your funeral.
By Bea Marie6 years ago in Humans
But I Stuck Around
In our beginning, he was the greatest guy I could only have in my dreams. He would do all the little things, like holding the door open for me, opening my car door, laughing at my jokes—even if they weren't funny, give me his jacket when I was cold, and cuddle me to sleep. Those moments were significant to me.
By Bea Marie6 years ago in Humans
Advice from My Dad
I grew up in the foster care system, but I had a relationship with my birth father. I would see him sometimes during visitations when my foster parents would take me to see him. There was a time before foster care when my parents were still together when I was a daddy's girl. I used to want to grow up to be just like my dad.
By Bea Marie6 years ago in Families

Bea Marie

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Leaving My Mid-Twenties

Dating In My Mid-TwentiesTop Story - May 2022

Lunch With My Grandma

Déjà Rêvé - Strange Phenomenon

The Horror of 4:47 A.M

What Makes a House a Home?

To the Man Who Loves Me Next

Quick Tips for Moving On

The Apology Letter You Never Got

My Friend who Killed Themself

But I Stuck Around

Advice from My Dad

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