Valerie Rose
Bio
Journalist. Artist. Poet.
Stories (10/0)
Too Little, Too Much!
People always told me, you’re doing too many things at once, focus on one thing and do it the best you can instead of being average at a bunch of things. I believed it and that’s what I tried, one thing at a time. I dedicated my life to one talent or hobby months at a time. Trying out one thing after the.
By Valerie Rose5 years ago in Journal
The Last Jedi
So obviously there might be some spoilers ahead. With the crowd and critics so divided about the movie, it's hard to not be on one side or the other. If you watched Star Wars for the first time, this movie was probably super amazing and you have no clue why some people are hating on it. However, if you're a true fanatic you're sitting there wondering how Disney managed to mess up your whole life's devotion to this one thing. I get it. I get both sides.
By Valerie Rose5 years ago in Futurism
What Is Love?
So I was single for a whole year, having my "fun" doing whatever I wanted, living on my own terms, honestly I was really happy. I decided I didn't want or need a boyfriend to keep me occupied or happy or anything really. If it came to sex there was plenty to go around without the burden of having a boyfriend or man tell you how to live your life. Don't get me wrong I love men. Maybe not enough, that's why my relationships have always been such failures, can't seem to make them last past a couple months without breaking up.
By Valerie Rose5 years ago in Humans
To the Boys I Loved Before
To the boys I loved before, I’m glad you came into my life. I’m glad you came into my life at every stage as a different lesson. First, you were the boy who sat in front of me in grade four... five... six, you were my friend. At that age, I didn’t know what more people can be but we all had crushes. You were so cute and funny, you would ask me to help you out in math, or make jokes about the teacher and that to me was the best it could get. I was just in love with the idea of liking someone. But somewhere along the way you ended up liking my best friend, she was beautiful and I was just one of the boys. I was as heartbroken as an 11-year-old could’ve been. You taught me that the one you love isn’t guaranteed to love you back, you showed me for the first time that I wasn’t beautiful, that tomboys aren’t likable, that love was all about how you look. But that’s not your fault.
By Valerie Rose5 years ago in Humans
