A Return to Innocence.
By Sonya Matejko
5 Ways To Follow Your Bliss And Find What Makes You Happy.
The thing is that pushing yourself to do something just so you can achieve the status quo, or so you can have a certain level of stability, is not a bad thing. A lot of people work unfulfilling day jobs, and satisfy themselves with other endeavors on the weekends and evenings.
From The Window Seat Of Your Soul: What Would It Take To Not Know?
I am not here to dispel such theories if they exist. Only to suggest that one’s soul is omnipresent and the vastness of space is with us wherever we may go -- including this journey to the Himalayas, a journey that took me over 2,000 kilometres, across six states and via seven modes of transport.
She Never Intended To Get Involved — But It Was Unstoppable.
This is why he couldn’t spend the night. This is why he peeled out of her driveway, misunderstanding her resistance to letting him stay, as one of disinterest. Not having any clue it was born from fear and embarrassment.
Why Did You Stop Believing In Her Magic?
I still believe in magic. I still believe that I live in a magical place, despite its blood-tinged wars and dark shadowed schemes. A world created from the pitch. Because we are made of magic and we are the starlight shooting forth from that dark. I still pray to goddesses, I read tarot cards, ...
Wanderer, I Know You.
Dear Wanderer, if there is movement in your teeth and yearning in your collarbones, I know what you mean and these words are for you.
The Point Of It All: A Short Supplication.
By MaiLynn Stormon-Trinh
The Girl Who Jumps Fences.
… it’s not my fault. It’s not your fault. It’s not our fault. We’re not victims. We’re not survivors. We’re human beings who’ve been through some fucking awful shit. Some of the worst. We experienced some of the most obscene acts of depravation one human being is capable of inflicting upon another.
Divine Derelicts Love You Anyway.
Divine Derelicts: you never know when someone is going to become one. Some of the most wildish and powerful men and women I’ve ever known, people who intervened on my behalf when I was too young, too confused, too sick or too blind, have been Divine Derelicts on both sides of the ...
Writing For My Life.
I did not... feel like my own self again until I started writing about it at the end of three months of intensive therapy.