𝙺𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝙳𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚢 ☾
𝙷𝚎𝚢! 𝙼𝚢 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝙺𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗.•♥︎
The frequent flyer
As a child, I had an unexplainable aversion to school, Structure, And anything that resembled a square box in which people would shove me into. A lot of the time I was late to school, It was actually due to my mental disorder that hadn’t fully thrown it’s metaphorical ‘Coming out party’ into my life. To skip ahead for only a moment, I would later be diagnosed with Bipolar disorder- But before that had to happen I had to be diagnosed with many, many, many disorders. I know that was probably one ‘Many’ too many, But thats just what happens when you get tossed from doctor to doctor.
Climate Change;The Truth
..And the topic is ; Climate change. I offer the truth in all my articles- I offer the truth in every single post I make on vocal or anywhere else, (Unless you count my fictional stories). As I sit on my bed tonight and write this post, I’m offering you the truth about climate change, Global warming- Or ‘The end’- Whatever you’d like to call it, The truth is that its real.
My Home isn't a Money Making Machine.
I should start this post off with something sweet and kind, Maybe a nice greeting- Maybe something that makes you feel at home as you sip your tea and read this article. However I’ve decided to go another route with my writing tonight because in truth I’m utterly appalled, So I’ll be writing this like a fifth grade teacher angrily scolding her students after they had all misbehaved at recess.
In a land that gives the gift of magic, There lives a girl- Someone with abilities beyond your imagination. She lives a quiet life, A solitary one- The type of life that people with an impossible mind pray that they can one day have.
Under The Marigolds
Fear not death as it's a part of life, Fear what comes after. Death, The most natural part of life, It can be confusing and painful- It can make you feel helpless and alone. All the traditions- No matter the culture or family, There is always some sort of symbolic ‘Goodbye’.
What a night; A short tale.
The year is 1953, The summer breeze is warm and the night sky is full of vibrant hues as the last of the summer sun fades behind hills, And Francesca Romano is coming home. She had spent many years abroad- Learning everything she could about the arts and of history- She attended the finest colleges and ate at the finest restaurants.
Social Media; Its effects on young women.
They say that once something is out in the world- It's out there forever, That some things in life you just can’t erase and you can’t take back. My big sister used to often tell me that ‘Sorry doesn’t cut it, That you can’t take back the things you say- Or do.’
Pizza Place Terrors
When you live in a town like mine- Everybody knows your name, And if they don’t know your name they’ve heard some sort of story with you in it. My preschool was down the street from my house, My Elementary school was down the street from my preschool and all I had to do was leave my house and walk less than a block to get to my middle school.
Is Kindness too hard?
I want to start this post off with something a little different, A little more formal and polite. Something that says ‘Oh my, Wow Kellie is a nice girl.’ Considering this blog post is going to be about kindness and the adventures that being nice just so happens to bring.