Still histrionic, still a bookwhore; just faking competence because of my kid.
i've choked on my words for far too long
It's not the length of life, but the depth.
This is my mind, it’s not supposed to make sense.
Where Sarcasm Gets Drunk and Lets Its Hair Down
Shining the light of truth on delusion
Researching, investigating, and writing about the paranormal.
You either get it... or you don't.
Inky blackness, a yawning void ~
"Eye Fly High"
A weekly series edited by Jena Schwartz
Read. Ingest the words. Like little blue pills, they will affect you.
the stories behind the pictures, and vice versa
Just my thoughts for all to behold
🍃 Fully Living The Unfinished Things Of Life Through Writings. 🍃
A baking and dessert blog.
Writer, Tarot Reader, Designer
a little bit of this and a little bit of that
Seeking Beauty Beyond the Scars
The home of Emma O'Brien
The musings of a scorpion who would have been an eagle
I blog now. I know, I can't believe it either.
Paul Johnson's comedy blog: I didn't get into comedy to be rich or famous. All I've ever wanted was to be loved...by somebody rich and famous.
Is this what my problem is?!
Seriously, I think it’s what mine is! I am honest to a fault– at least that’s what my mother says–but it seems I am always meeting me who are half-truth tellers or outright liars and that shit just doesn’t work!
I’m a “terribly real thing”, too — always open and honest because that’s who I am. Continue to be yourself — there are lots of others out there who are open and honest, too. You’ll meet them, and when you do your heart will soar!
PS Honesty is beautiful! Always remember that! 🙂
I really know no other way to be, and I think people who aren’t tend to suffer. And you’re so right, when you meet others like that it’s amazing! 🙂
From one who is still trying to learn how to say how I feel, instead of how I think people want me to feel — honesty is a strength. You are strong.
I often wish I could conceal my feelings though; more closely guard them, but they are always right there on the surface.