Jordan Sophia Thomas
Bio
25 year old artist, wife, mother & friend. A woman of the nomadic world & ever evolving nature of the world around me. I am an optimist sprung from a dark upbringing, hopeless romantic in a world that is continually doubting such things.
Stories (18/0)
No Hate (In the Rink)
In the year of 2017 we have seen many beautiful things; we saw an amazing eclipse that will not be witnessed for another 4 years, and we have also seen incredible acts of kindness in the midst of distress and disaster (as seen with Hurricane Harvey in Texas). Unfortunately while we have seen immensely kind acts we have seen tragedy; in this year we have seen much hate, much discrimination, and much violence. When will the hate end? Maybe it will never truly end, but maybe it will. Maybe slowly this world is turning and we can finally find hope again. Every so often I get glimmers of hope that humanity is heading in a positive direction (towards the road of love, peace and acceptance), and when I do, I will take that glimpse and I will refuse to let go of the light that it brings into my heart and soul.
By Jordan Sophia Thomas7 years ago in Humans
Riptide
Escapism is a beautiful place for a while, it feels almost painless. It feels okay because you can breathe without that pounding in your chest, or that hole in your stomach that looks like the milky way but feels more like a tornado. It speaks so softly I can’t hear the words, but I feel the doubt of everything. I wake up in the morning and I feel it, until I can find a way to ignore it. No matter how I try it’s always there, like that sound of chalk on a chalkboard; only I am the chalkboard. I try to think of or create beautiful places in hopes that someone might understand, perhaps someone will find peace knowing that someone feels the same way. But my escapism is a dream with a beautiful beginning that ends in a nightmare. People wonder how that feels, that is people who have never been there. The only way that I can describe it, is like this
By Jordan Sophia Thomas7 years ago in Psyche
Dream Child
Around mid-July I was listening to the radio, just cruising in my red truck, with my radio blasted on an average day to work. My ears were suddenly perked up by a story I began to listen very intently to on WM-PR. This was the story of a woman whose name was Tanya. In my mind I imagined her as woman who had ruffled, short, Jet-black, and spiky hair. She wore a leather jacket and a crop band tee-shirt along with stone-washed, ripped jeans.It wasn't so much the punk-rocker image as much as the angry glare on her face and the craving for darkness that stuck out to me. As she began to evolve to me I fell deeply into her story, I fell in love with this image that so accurately described me seven years ago; I was tough,and I was hardened. My heart was impenetrable and I loved only as deeply as I could feel; which wasn't much more than a paper cut. I became quiet, dark, angry, fiercely introverted and deep into myself. I understood Tanya, and the pain she felt. Tanya had a rough childhood, she had been abused, unloved,and no one could reach beyond the dark tower that she had built around her heart. For a person who loved words and connecting with people, I became the opposite for many years; a person who could only connect with my demons.
By Jordan Sophia Thomas7 years ago in Longevity
"Don't Say a Word"
I am a philanthropist, a humanitarian, a lover of humanity who just hasn't done anything big yet. I believe that human kindness and understanding opens the door to a better world. Life is time that never stops moving until we cease to live, then someone else will live on after us who will take the place that we once took, maybe they will take the next stand following our example not just our words.
By Jordan Sophia Thomas7 years ago in The Swamp