5 Years and 900 Days Later…

5 years of this blog!

Fleeting.

It's only natural to feel exhausted.

Things We Leave Behind and Those We Carry.

Dreams, people, things, regrets, pain, love...

The Fruits Of Hard Work.

So much you've yet to know about yourself.

If I Were.

Bruised ego and knees...

Don’t Have To.

It's okay to just curl up in a corner and be sad about things.

Most Days.

Art was always supposed to be something to cherish.

The Many Voices of Body Dysmorphia.

The thing about body dysmorphia is that it beginsĀ at home.

Breaking Free.

Here's to breaking out of slumps and growing.

Sijo Saturday!

This is something self-indulgent, more than anything.

#NaPoWriMo Day 30: Memories Of Magnolia Street.

Streets lined with haunted homes.

#NaPoWriMo Day 29: Windows Of This Love.

Draped in curtains of green vines...

#NaPoWriMo Day 23: I Just Don’t Believe You.

I'm sorry, Elizabeth Barrett Browning.

#NaPoWriMo Day 21: Paint Me In Your Colours.

Took me a few tries to get this right.

#NaPoWriMo Day 16: Like The Sun.

In red and golden.

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