love
All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.
My theme for 2021: More love
I’ve spent the past two+ years going deep into shadow work. Uncovering the maladaptive coping mechanisms I’d developed from abusive relationships and non-relationships and generally just being unhappy for much of my 20s. It’s been transformative and in the past six months I’ve had some serious breakthroughs.
By Cameron Chapman5 years ago in Humans
A letter to the boy I loved..
It's been a while since Iv felt your skin against mine. It's been a while since Iv seen that look in your eye. It's been a while since I have opened up. You know me I was like an open book. I was sucked in by the vibe, never really notice all the pain you kept inside. Over and over I just wanted you to let me in. Let me take care of you, I swear it's a win. I thought I was actually getting somewhere but it's like every wall I knocked down you were busy building a new one.
By Netavia Walters5 years ago in Humans
Pride and Audacity — Part 4
Victoria relaxed in the lounge chair in Applewood’s courtyard and watched Talli decorate mud pies with bits of leaves, rose petals, and colored confetti. Her raw, artistic imagination needed to be developed. Victoria made a mental note to check out local art teachers.
By Lynda Coker5 years ago in Humans
The Thunderbolt of Love
When I started high school in 1989, I thought no boy would ever like me. The two years I’d spent in middle school were horrible — most of the boys teased me or called me names. Freshman year got a little better. I was in better classes with smarter kids, so the boys were a little less immature. Still, that first year was tough. Some of my grade-level classes, like Physical Science, had a lot of slackers who made fun of me for paying attention and taking notes.
By Erica Martin5 years ago in Humans
Brother's Book
Brother’s Book: Hidden Pages By Robert Wanless 24 January 2021 I remember finding my oldest brother’s “Little Black Book.” I had heard that these things existed, but I had no idea that they were real. Like, Really real. I was fourteen, and love and girls and all of that was barely real. A girl from the public school kissed me and I almost died, or exploded or something. I thought about it for a long time afterward. I mean, she kissed me. I was confused at the time. I wasn’t sure what to do about it. My brothers talked about this sort of thing frequently, but I usually stayed at home and read books and built model planes.
By Rob Wanless5 years ago in Humans
The Dance Under The Stars
I just got done with work when I received a text. I looked down at my phone and it was from Ryan. He was asking if I was doing anything tonight. I told him no and if he wanted to he can come over for a drink. I packed up my things and left to go home. I was doing my hair when the doorbell rang, Noni was barking like a maniac. I opened the door and Ryan was standing in the doorway. I let him in and poured him a drink. We sat at the table drinking White Russians and talking. He asked if I wanted to go for a drive. We only had half a drink so I felt comfortable with him driving, I said yes. I told him I would need a minute to get ready. I walked down the hall to my bedroom. I picked up the black tube of lipstick off the vanity and applied it to my lips. Noni jumped up on the bed. She knew I was getting ready to leave. I walked over to the bed and gave her a kiss on the head. I grabbed my purse and walked out of the room. Ryan was waiting at the front door for me, he opened the door and led me to his bright red Jeep. He opened the car door and asked me where I wanted to go. I was not sure as to how to respond. He started the car and pulled out of the driveway.
By Madison Busch5 years ago in Humans
In the Abyss. In Purgatory
I awoke on my left side on the ground, under his tree. It was extremely uncomfortable, and I wondered how I managed to sleep. He had gathered large leaves and thatches of dried grass where I laid. I remember falling asleep on his chest last night, and that was all. I must have been exhausted. Even in my dreams, I am exhausted. It was morning. I heard birds chirping. I didn’t know what kind they were. Their tones were unfamiliar to me. Indeed, they must be small. Their tweeting was high-pitched, and there were many of them. The river sounds I’ve become familiar with - it probably was what helped me sleep. It was ataractic - that, and him holding me all night. I wondered if it was possible to will myself to stay in this place just a little longer. Reality always returns. And the truth for me at this time is unbearable.
By Crissa Labara5 years ago in Humans
16 Facts About Love That Might Surprise You
There’s no doubt about it, love is A-M-A-Z-I-N-G. But have you ever stopped to consider why you feel the way you do? Alright, so your one-and-only is the most incredibly sexy and creatively talented person you have ever encountered. He’s got you feeling like Zepplin’s Whole Lotta Love most days, and the others?
By Kim Petersen5 years ago in Humans
