A bit of rambling this morning. ——— Perhaps the hardest part when you start pouring your soul onto the page, is the very start. You don’t know if the page will welcome you or if they’ll push you away, rebounded from the very first words you type. Are you receptive? Maybe not right now, not […]
Usually, I am horrified of anything even pertaining to the word “height” but for some odd reason, I loved going up the mountain. An adrenaline rush was coursing through my veins, perhaps adding to my delight of climbing higher and higher. The view was spectacular at the top of Cadillac Mountain, and I was mesmerized. […]
“Thomas Edison’s last words were ‘It’s very beautiful over there’. I don’t know where there is, but I believe it’s somewhere, and I hope it’s beautiful.” –Looking for Alaska, John Green
I hate people who take beautiful quotes and completely twist them. Sometimes you just have to take them in context instead of rolling with it and morphing it into something grotesque.
Their iridescent wings flapped their wings which could only be described as “beautiful” if there ever was such a thing that could hold true in the word that encompassed–essentially–perfection. A meadow green one’s wings slapped together in a rhythmic beat much like the infinite lapping of waves on a calm day. It was a nice […]
I think 15 was my rough year, and in a way, it was a Cerulean Blue year. But this year I’m determined to make my life something pretty and not just a wallpaper color. I want to make my life an Arctic Silver. Happy birthday to me! (:
I felt as if I were wearing the stars.