aloha! donβt know why iβm here, but i am! my writing is random at times, just go with it i guess π€π€πβοΈ
aloha! donβt know why iβm here, but i am! my writing is random at times, just go with it i guess π€π€πβοΈ
She wants to know his secret. He hasnβt decided what it is yet.
Entangled in the edges of a good story, food critic Audrey Harold is determined to find out the secret of Jeremiah Raulf, a chef and restaurant owner that seems to have Bostonβs culinary community enchanted.
Dedicated to her craft of prose, Harold is determined to figure out what exactly makes Raulfβs food so special; Raul...
When we look at a world,
what do we see?
Wars and famine?
Unwritten history?
Utopias and places
no longer riddled with hate?
Or maybe a world falling apart
because we realized too late.
The things we look at now
as task and chore
is something that can save the world
but we just ignore.
The things we see as
useless, not needed, deceased
is probably something
that could have saved us a few we...
Love is such a complicated emotion
We hate that itβs there
but hate even more when itβs gone
Itβs unintentional grief.
They say moving on
is like being reborn.
A tunnel of nothingness
leading to fields of acceptance.
No matter how far she treks
the other side is worth it.
Leaving behind a storm
for a rainbow,
is worth it.
No longer feeling pain
and anger,
is worth it.
But once she made it...
1492
Dear Journal,
It is here on this day that I announce something to be cherished and admired for centuries. To have something burdened in my name. Spain shall cheer at my mention and cry at my sorrow. I am a hero and an explorer.
And I have discovered land filled with those far beyond my comprehension.
We will conquer.
The Natives shall cower at my name.
And Spain will rejoice in th...
Enchanting and magical
a land of hysteria
where treetops have oceans
and roses are wisterias
Where there is no difference
between stranger and home.
Where your enemies are your neighbors
and a tree trunkβs your throne
They say that Iβm crazy
deep down to my bones
but I will have βQueenβ
etched on my headstone
A queen of passion
and a queen of mystery
but a queen nonetheless
who will go d...
The S.S. Simpleton.
Breezes waved cooly across wood decks and top hats, bodies curved to entice temptation and relaxation. Blonde hair whipped in front of glass brown eyes and a smile of pearls opened wide.
βIsnβt it magnificent?β Sallie smiled, turning around to no one. She was so entranced by the sky that she hadnβt realized her companion had left minutes ago. She eyed the deck and smiled co...
Itβs not often I would sit on this bench, when I was here that is. To be completely honest, it was the fairest spot in the school yard. I rarely sat there however, because it was her place. It was her bench.
It was her spot.
It belonged to her then, but it belongs to us now. I gently smoothed my fingers across the metal plaque, smiling at myself. She loved to sit here, and now she stays here f...
you say it makes you happy
you say it makes you free
you say you are invincible,
strongest thing to be
but a drug is more than happiness
it comes with a fair price
your friends and possible sanity
is a debt that will suffice
you tell everybody youβre fine
you hide behind a mask
but trying to seem fine when youβre not
is such a difficult task.
they told her it was good
they told her it ...
February 6, 1939
Dear Diary,
I canβt recall whether I turned the lights off
Deepest Regards,
Sarah
April 29, 1939
I used to write once a month, but I needed to shorten it. When someone courting you, youβre often busy.
Deepest Regards,
Sarah
July 17, 1939
Guess who started dating Jake Holmes?
Me!
Deepest regards,
Sarah
December 25, 1943
Merry Christmas, Dear Journal. I apologize for...