Inner feminist coming out over here.
I just want to make it perfectly clear to ANYONE out there, it’s not okay to call me a ‘bird’ ever. I’m actually so pissed off with it, being asked if I’m my friend’s ‘bird’ or if he’s ‘on the pull’ or if I’m ‘his girl’ like I’m some sort of possession. Ever call me [..more..]
Reaching toward it ALL
I wonder through this life seeking the air and beauty around me. I feel a bit like a bird flying down but then back to the clouds, back to my thoughts. I hear the phrase bird on a wire. To me this probably means something different than it actually means…to me it means balancing all [..more..]
I want to write my thoughts – Does everyone think this way? Would someone want to know mine?
Wow what a day-first experience of the day- Starring off into the parking lot watching the water puddles dance as the rain filled them- The action of filling something- Time lapse captures that beauty- Time lapse of something :growing, living and decomposing – What a strange feeling- My day reminded me that when you question [..more..]