The first day anywhere is usually one filled with horrific presumptions for someone like me. There’s the staring and the second-guessing and the need to belong to people who you have just met for the first time. There is the stark awareness that you are in fact, alone, and a running fear that everyone is… Continue reading The overthinker, featuring awkwardness and beauty
It really has been a while; hasn’t it? I agree. I’m sorry; I promised myself and by extension, you who is reading that I will not write for the sake of writing, I will write when I feel overwhelmingly prompted to write. Don’t let that statement fool you; that does not mean I will be… Continue reading Pain is pain. Life is life
Hello my doves.
So, I’ve been prompted time and again to write about a topic that I really refuse to acknowledge. I’m not sure how many draft posts I can type up before I accidentally hit publish rather than “Save As Draft”. But I suppose I’ve had one too many lemons over the past few years so the bitterness I hold towards this subject is more than justified.
“Where, O death, is your victory?
Where, O death, is your sting?”
The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law. But thanks be to God! He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
Morbid right? I never said it would be a happy post though. But since you’re all here, let’s keep reading shall we?
P.s. I hope you all are doing okay.
An amazing friend and blogger, Barbs, put it so well…
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I must apologize for staying this long without writing. To be honest, I was having a self-induced writer’s block from the beginning of the year because I saw that bloggers who had wider audiences were blogging about hair, gossip, everyday life, basically everything that I never write about, LOL. So I started wondering whether what… Continue reading Are we really the same type of intelligent?
There’s that moment. When she holds your hand and glances into your eyes with a smile that lights up not just her mouth but her eyes too. It pours out from her mouth and spills into the air and crackles on the dry leaves that drop from their trees, leaves that you crunch beneath your… Continue reading To the rabid over-thinkers…
Dear Religious People, Let’s get just a bit real here until we are uncomfortable. This thought attacked me in the middle of the night as I was trying to sleep much earlier than I needed to and now I’ll let it torture you as well. As you were filling that University Application and they asked… Continue reading #Let’s get radical: To religious people, you are not Clark Kent
Cindy stood outside the school gate waiting for Angie so that they could go home together. The sun was setting into an orange horizon and it was clearly getting late. Cindy’s mum would definitely be outside their gate waiting to embrace her with a thorough caning because she was late. Why did this always happen… Continue reading Pretty hurts?… Does it really?