Rosie J. Sargent
Bio
Hello, my lovelies! Welcome, I write everything from the very strange to the wonderful; daring and most certainly different. I am an avid coffee drinker and truth advocate.
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Stories (137/0)
Why I Changed My Name
Hello, my lovelies. I hope you are well and keeping safe out there. My name is Rosie, and I recently changed my name. I'm about to get rather personal. This article features abuse and death so please proceed with caution. Also a few swears so sorry nan, grandad, dad and everyone else in our massively complicated family tree.
By Rosie J. Sargentabout a year ago in Confessions
The Village is Dead Because it's All About Me
Social media has [un]intentionally bred a generation of narcissists that have taken positivity to the very edge of toxicity, in the name of self-love and self-acceptance. We love ourselves so much that we have become overtly self-absorbed and the pandemic has only driven this further.
By Rosie J. Sargentabout a year ago in FYI
A Week Full of Signs
I saw a polar bear in the clouds, with the sun shining behind. We were driving down old roads covered in potholes. We took a corner and there I saw the sight - it was; a polar bear in the sky, made out of white clouds, with one paw slightly raised, gliding across a sunset in February, covering the cool orange sun rays. We take another corner and of course we lost sight of the polar bear. We got home from our journey, cooked dinner, and went to bed - the usual stuff.
By Rosie J. Sargentabout a year ago in Journal
To Write or Not to Write?
To write or not to write? That is indeed the question. I know don't tell me - cliche or what? Yet, have you ever had that feeling where: you want to write but also don't want to? It's as if, you aren't quite in the realm of writer's block but you're not exactly in the free flow of creativity either, it just feels like you're stuck, like Niflheim or purgatory.
By Rosie J. Sargentabout a year ago in Journal
I’m so fucking tired
I'm so fucking tired of the internet and staring at the same four walls. I wake up way before my alarm yet I still never change it. I always grab my phone first mindlessly checking my socials and stats, scrolling through the same old bullshit. I'm sick of living in what feels like Groundhog Day. I watch the sunrise, I see the sunset. I watch the fog disappear in the morning and the darkness that settles in for the night. Every day I take note of the Willow tree directly outside our home. I've watched in bloom in the summer, transform in the autumn, die in the winter, and be reborn again in the spring. Yet I remain the same - always.
By Rosie J. Sargentabout a year ago in Confessions