Love me the most
for the ordinary things
for the way I get lost in the music
and sing like no one is listening
for the way I have conversations with my animals
like they’re people
for the way I vacuum the floor
and fold the towels
for the way I kiss you every morning
before you walk out the door
like it might be the last time I see you
Love me
just because
I’m me
and there’s no one else like me
Fiction, and other made-up stories
Still histrionic, still a bookwhore; just faking competence because of my kid.
One Therapist's Thoughts-Before and After
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 ~
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
FOR DISCERNING READERS
🍃 Fully Living The Unfinished Things Of Life Through Writings. 🍃
Spiced with stories, served from the heart
Writer, Tarot Reader, Designer
a little bit of this and a little bit of that
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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.
Fat Bottom Girl Said What 
How any person would not fall in love with you upon a first meeting is so far beyond my understanding. In the short time via Twitter, I have found you to be such a fascinating person.
What wonderful luck I have had to have converse with you.
If I may, you are the epitome of many a man’s version of the perfect lady. I hope that does not sound to sexist but I do mean it as a compliment.
Later Kiddo!
But me in person is a different story, or so it seems, as I remain extremely single. Lol