the Cull

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Composure show your best face

Daisy don’t make it hazy – leave out the ‘just in case’ can of mace.

Three announced pregnancies delivered in one week

One Stork wraps a cord around emotions -trachea.

 Manipulation in search for a vein

hooked up intravenously

suffering from a bout of the sickness days gone by,

bleak.

Day spent prodding a familiar corpse

Lavender eye shadow caked on.

An ex-hookers heinous crime of remorse.

Blend in shades of elegance, class cuts above diamonds

-less valuable than the African  Congo.

Kleenex tissues – repentance from deeds of liberation.

 There is closure in this hymn

that is how sacrilegious people turn as quick as the wind doth blow.

New chapter.

ink spilt

No more drama.

Welcome to the real world -energy in motion kinetic.

Some call it Karma.

Squeaky clean – naked child of the nugget -Midas the king.

Bronchial Bengal licking furballs off her skin.

Arthritic tail.

spots and stripes.

Don’t leave me, Madam.

wailers of bandits ready for the first of half a dozen fights.

Interrupt the flow 2 kg of feather dynamite

incredible.

How does this writer get away with posting anything credible?

Animals on the uprise.

No more, humans.

Determined by free will.

Save our earth from true predators.

A life is a life,

a loss is a loss.

no one gives a toss

don’t matter who involved in the kill.

Overspill of copper coil excreting from a vulvic cave

Great expectations.

Pompei disaster – a necessary tragedy to inspire the seventh wave.

counting on all hands and fingers

I fear I’m not the only one.

canned laughter emerges in the background.

Playground vacant.

Trashed children abscond to the house occupied by Delirium’s son.

Emotion packs a punch in three

washing machine forgets it’s own no spillage codified key.

Rage -crimson flag.

Blood spill.

‘All hail the Spanish bull!’

Gunshots fired -the loss of the human cull.

Grief lapses in streams of nonsequential dreams.

it’s obvious what unravels when we are pulled at the seams.

Mind score.

Damp music sheets obscure the cup of the holy grail.

Green lights flash.

Don’t hesitate -before long you won’t be able to walk

it’s a condition in frail.

life and Death lie,  spooning- side by side,

build the bridge

equality in each parlour

you seek to ride.

Scared crows

murder the last heart blackened by holding on.

The injustice of the furies coup

bow your heads in shame,

You are not the only ones who suffer.

Time to sing a different song.

 

 

Frank Gush

 

I wanna be loved

I wanna be loved

Aw, Here’s a virtual fish wife hug.

Oi, sweetheart – didn’t you hear me? I  said I wanna be loved.

Catcall.Ice-bucket – overspills neo – classicism sentiment.

Laced up bosom heart flecked with pieces of steel.

I wanna be loved. 

I wanna be loved.

Oi, did you hear me, babe?     I have a heart filled with soapy suds.

Empath – duty-bound to sympathize with alpha bloodhound seeking to incarcerate her with a gun filled with duds.

I wanna be loved. 

I wanna be loved.

I’m a sweetheart – you’re a sweetheart – let’s roll one, then turn up the funk.

Assholes everywhere!

Toy story – meme becomes a true story told in oral.

prelude to come.

Free verse

You wanna be loved?

You wanna be loved?

You say all this yet your eyes create walls caging doves from their song.

If you wanna be loved – stop asking random others who stray close to the sun.

Couch potato manners – will find love in a familiar hand -left or right. Don’t forget to inhale that idle bong.

Sex or weed?

Weed and sex.

She wasn’t complaining. She screamed so loud for me to stop. 

time out, tiger!

Interpret this as you may.

Did he ask if he accidently overfilled her ear orifice with over bloated seaside swimmers?

or accidently bottled her into a state of frozen lager?

You wanna be loved.

Then taketh not all for thyself, young decrepit blood.

Giveth – free flow,   no sweeping statement dogs escaped Noah’s ark or God’s flood.

Move beyond your fantasy.

phantasmagoria is not free in  She-ra’s  sword sex symbolic cooperation.

Try to retain warmth in a sizable fee.

Hot  Hooter eyed water bottle – cost effective.

Not enough to help him resurrect an Absolute spirited goddess.

Rewind and recycle,

dog-eared Tai menu gender – Bangkok pussy.

Remote scratch and sniff, no taste only his eyes can see.

I wanna be loved.

Can she be Frank?

Her passion doesn’t lie in fulfilling his lonely nights.

Energy dwindles,

Netflix catch- up and book endeavors find her closer to her G spot than Boy George midgets dressed up in red tights.

Mrs did you hear me I wanna be loved?   You’ve got the love I need.

clearly seen fro her 1 D profile, one thumb- all upstream.

Mr of questionable status,  do you listen?  Hear what is going to go down.

Spit, gargle, brush – repeat.

 Learn some manners, leave this bee, nectar bonus points ran out when you demanded she slathers you in full moon clots of cream.

*Inspired by humans and observations* 😀

This little light of mine

I’m a Jedi at laying my heart and mind and soul for all to see in the written or oral form.

This post, I’ve been putting off.

Why?

Self-doubt gremlins.

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Wondering what I’m doing with my life?

My life looks amazing in black and white and pink.

It is amazing!

 Until, I focus on perfecting something to the point where I know that I will never see perfection. It is something I am yet to put a limit on.

I push the goal post of perfection every time I think I’m nearly there.

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I stepped back from blogging, volunteering and doing work in my community to essentially focus on this Masters.

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Not a bad thing.

Since I started out on this particular path, I’ve become over consumed with it. Nothing else exists in my mind but this.

An unhealthy obsession?

Here’s me laying myself bare. No cameras – ha ha! you will be put off for life.

I didn’t think I would be accepted or get help to get on this Masters degree. I  went for my goal like a rabid dog.

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I got what I wanted.  A death wish.

I’m stubborn enough to know how to get what I want. Or,at least what I think I want.

Reassessing the situation in the place I am in now, I’ve realized my reasons for doing this degree is not to write novels or random stage plays or just any genre of fiction.

My main goal has always been to use it as a ‘feather in my cap’,and an added bonus to use it in my C.V. so, that I can continue to work in my community with the people and issues that I am passionate about.

Vulnerable members of our community.

I want to do this in a creative way.

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 Not a let’s go to the doctor and get a script and go to CBT and get in the system.

I started this blog around the time I was doing a 12-week programme called WRAP. (September 2015)

  I wouldn’t shut up about.

 I still don’t.

Then, this summer I was given the opportunity to do an intensive 5-day training course to be a Wrap facilitator.

I worked my ass off. It was rough but I did it. I thought I was losing my mind.

 

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I AM A BELIEVER.

 

 

I write about themes such as homelessness mental health issues, inequality, politics.

I did get a decent mark on my TMA 1 – but most of the comments ( in my humble opinion) are patronizing, insulting, subjective and contradictory  – to not only my own experience, knowledge, and research of stagecraft and the subject I choose to write about.

It was insulting to the people I work with and where I want to establish myself in the future.

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So, on principle, I am still going for a remark.

In order to get a Switzerland reassessment, I have to appeal for a remark to get another assessment.

I’ve stuck up for myself when I felt like hiding away from the life.

I’ve  had my viewpoint heard.

I’m still doing my MA.

I’m already on to the next TMA and I have hit all my deadlines so far. I’m still in the same writer’s forum group I started out in.

I don’t mind feeling uncomfortable. I’ve lived with myself for 35 years.

Others might have a problem. I don’t! Not my issue.

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I am open to learning from my tutor who I am entitled to disagree with and within my rights to question. I might not get an answer 😀

I don’t know this person well enough to make a remark on their character or who they are.

I can only go by the feedback, my work and my ‘come back’ to answers and things I don’t agree with or that I’ve already referenced to back up the decisions I made.

 

Back to re-evaluating where I want to be and where I want to focus my energies.

I’m not going to stop writing or talking about my passions (in a way) that show a true representation of the subject and the people who inspire me to write.

Fuck writing to tick boxes and conform to one person’s idea.

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I’m  enjoying learning.

There’s  a wealth of resources and information that I am picking up with the academic side of writing, reading others work,  reading other writers feedback -this includes the one/people who mark my work.

I’m open minded.

I  believe I can learn something from anyone, anything- doesn’t have to be human.

 My daughter teaches me several things on daily basis. She is 5 years old.

I’ve decided to go with my heart and my passion and get involved in a project that allows me to get creative with others and use   WRAP’s   key core concepts and ethics.

I get to be unconventional. A responsible rebel! EPIC!

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I get to be a part of something that could help others before their issues become diagnosed illnesses in the current model of treatment we rely on to live our lives in as well as a physical and mental state as possible.

My MA is a bonus, in my opinion.

WOW! I get to be creative in my work life, social life and I get to have fun blogging and learning from so many different people.

Someone is getting paid to read my work and mark it!

 True, I am paying them ( MA’s are not cheap)

 I asked to do this degree – knowing full well I put myself up for the role of guinea pig.

Of course, there is going to be teething problems. It’s a learning curve for everyone involved. Students, tutors, the people who fund it.

I’m in it.

I’m committed to doing this first year, on the condition, that I will make it less of a priority to where I have placed it since  I started it in October 2016.

 

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THIS IS MY COMMITMENT FACE. IT TOOK A LOT TO GET TO THIS STATE. DON’T LAUGH. 

 

 

My people – my circle – my family are my priority. Yo dawg, gone all ghetto!  😀

My interests, my passion, what I do on a day to day basis to fulfill myself and bring in some cash is my priority.

Blogging is a priority – I might go under the radar for a bit and miss out on reading some of your posts.

 I’m not going anywhere.

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I don’t do  New years resolutions.

 I prefer to spread my goals out over a longer period than one month.

It does work for me. Less pressure.

Since I’ve realised my priorities , I’m enjoying life again.

Writing, studying, reading.

 I’m so excited and honored to be a part of something I feel so much passion for in my community.

We are all stars.

 I felt as if  I was dying – burning out!

 I found out I’m not.

I just needed to scout around to find a place in the sky that allows me to shine a little more brightly.

EVERYONE SING 😉

‘Twinkle twinkle little star…’

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Of course, it’s awesome to receive praise.

I use it as a self-motivation tool to achieve my goals.

We are all different. We all want different things.

I am no different.

Seems obvious. ha ha!

 I’m  doing what I feel is right for me and my health and the people I surround myself with.  They have to live with me.

That’s it.

Nothing complicated – just plain writing with no fancy flowers around it.

I’m the best decoration I have -I make no apologies for figuring my shit out.

 

Discourse Intercourse

Black sheared sheep – interrupts my sleep flow.

Jumping forwards then backward.

Hit repeat.

He’s part of the clandestine cult thought- process flow.

All beginnings eventually have to come to an ending.

Concerning future alliances- the fork in the path mutates an extra prong.

mind bending.

Altercation.

Allow for the change in shape of an another alternative route.

Cheat decides to look up in dictionary.com what it means to say moot.

Meaning already forgot.

Decision debased on ill-behaved behavior electrifying a footwork track -based on a biracial intercourse toot.

Turn moot into witch doctor Muti, a cure for this malaise oddity may break contact with the shepherd’s compulsive ewe.

Silenced into the next move in the game of life.

Charades,

Chess,

Cluedo .

What is the most Infallible- can do?

Make a fresh start- sell out one pearlised vocation. Many breed the high ground in a scorching sorting hat.

Priorities muddled in an attempt to make a life more longstanding than a welcome mat.

Mathematicians turn up in a state of multiple divided equations.

New lease of life -E=mc^ 2  – it’s all relative – beautification renders an approving look – misread face leads to unresolved complications.

Ratify.

 Sanctify.

Let sleeping dogs lie.

3 am -Hare wakes up to see tortoise break past the time barrier, marathon race. March mad, too young to let his ego sit back -ears push forward in sly.

Morals without a compass, external hard drive.

Clock rings.

time dials erratic – so distant.

Testify to honor all vocations – duty bound to follow the one leading to the most effective change – energy is insistent.

What matters is not to what degree – all frying pans are a sizzle. Take a calculated risk on Heart.

wrenched backward -trust it will not deceive.

Patriotic to the cause of writing until last  breath  ceases – suspended in mid-air -acrobatic chaos,

spectator led into disbelief.

Matter not those who don’t walk the same path.

Respect this life entrant is making a decision on behalf of the majority, swathed- ready to abort the plan.

Whim-sake not the confidence of this indecisive.

 Aim to do better -empath.

Besmirch the elders – radicalize the institutional bonds that bind.

The weight of titanium – Poseidon never lets a nymph stray too far from the seismic mind.

An explosive ending to start off the new year.

Just over 365 days to go.

Dealer?

change this automatic for a  manual stick gear.

 

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Hidden and Bound

words tantalize her  very mind.

every adjective ,every noun resounds in the primal part of her -hidden and bound.

Let loose to its device it would seduce a nation of puritans .

Her sin is her lifestyle.

She  heard this from the one  who set her mind free with tempting condiments.

Honey dripping, swarming bees pollinating with a delicate fleur.

opening one up to her fullest bloom – Every species took one look at her and at the same time uttered the name: Allure.

Saucy enough to steam  rouge to her usually pale cheeks.

Thoughts of rollicking in clouds, scented of  meadow dew satin sheets.

Thorns might sting when they draw blood from the skin,

only you will know if it is worth pursuing the unrequited ache from the arousing pain consuming you from within.

Tempting, stealthlike- scented  whispers , send flowered vines, to contain too much movement, from  your limbs .

skin on skin contact  is pure.

where is the shame of needing  to remember what it is to live -fill the arid ,parched crevices, in need of moist hymns?

Trust, this fleur won’t hurt you, not even when  you tempt her with mental visions that send her sweet nectar  into a  frenzied hive  -alerting drones, intoxicated .

Merely, one queen combing  her hair – let down your guard -let go of the bumbling confusion.

She can  protect you,stop you  from ignoring the drumming of  what your heart truly  yearns,

 Connected by an  incongruent rhythm , a dance you  both control by merely partaking in making up the infusion.

Lilac and lavender -fields of frivolous laughter and secret ,coy smiles.

Lay down in fields born out of mother nature –   her approval aligns your contoured bodies  by joining in with earth tremors – exasperating your gratified sighs.

Free spirited, close to the ocean. She wants to be entangled – one body -a symbiotic union  of something quite close to adoration.

Waves of emotions to deep sea dive in. La Tresor de la Mer – reeds, fish, seabeds ,caves to navigate together – dive in the deep end to begin with this exploration .

How to know if two souls are meant to keep the other lit?

 A meeting of minds – a meeting of many kinds before one can promise the other that somehow  they can see how it will come together and fit.

Hold your breath and enjoy the ride. Don’t struggle against the motion, the tide , leave la Mer to her dramatic side.

When you stop fighting and accept that water was 9 months of your   first gilded breath.

Will we know if,

 we are meant to glide and soar and tumble in the same sky -with nothing to hide -publicly side by side.

*photo credit Christine, Jules (Julianna) Tomei

All I need.

The need in me is to create.  What?

Anything – it is all up for debate.

I’ve been away far too long from my usual stream of conscious ramblings.

Doing important, official  work in the real world. I don’t mind but my urge to write  ding dongs in my head like Big Ben , pinching  at my nerves like little crablings.

Walk sideways, it’s fun .I don’t mind.  To not feel able to put thought to paper is  a pain that  lunges at me with pincers.

Threatens to cut, alter my composite  chemistry that aids my synapses to   hop from one tufty  cloud to the next .

I’ve fallen off this heady tuft of higher ground.  Landed in a dank, damp, dark marshy bog – I look around  me and I see my only flight back home is sinking in the mud.

Oh, see how much I have wept.

 Humpty dumpty  had a far  easier break. I’m  burning up – I’m spilling out my innards from every orifice. I’m burning  up  a fever, tactile sensations- uncomfortably  scrambled.

If I could just sit up and inhale a breath. I’m tired.

 Tired.

I am sick of heading for the routine spine bash.  

Dreary Dystopic  drones in uniform hedge all around me.

I know I am ambushed. 

Spare this loaf. Save some for later . Don’t be Greedy.

We all need some form of energy to buzz us into a land of fantasy. 

 This existence is not all it’s cracked up to be.

Necessary to be a part of, I agree .

I need to chill-out.  Don’t you see?

I have to have an outlet – that allows me to just, Let me be me!

I promise I won’t hide from my civic duty. You don’t need to contain me  in a fryer with other slices of chips off the old block.

I am patriotic.

I understand my need to be part of the solution.

Eyes rise up  to the skies- Pink tufts, hues colour me in , a chance for wizardry to occur. I promise I  won’t become unwell again .

 I won’t lose myself entirely that I become an invalid to humanities true cause. Resolve for my Absolution!

Before you take that roller pin to my head. I’m already malleable  – ready to rise . See how  blanched I am –  covered in fine ,white, earthly grounded  flour.

See, look!  Pat me down.

Check my left pocket. 

A quill.

Check my right pocket. 

ink .

Together I can re write this story – or create a captivating ending for everyone – I can whisk you away from a life  so dour and sour. 

Temporarily of course. Just for a fleeting moment – I can change your wooden hearts and make them beat again.

Feel, breathe.

You can be Lucida.

Fetch me that parchment – just by that oak tree. Three combined ingredients are all that we need.

No dark spells. My  intentions are pure.

My need is  to make you see an alternative  style of Living – a  tiny bit clearer.

Imagination does get rusty when we don’t use it.

We can use some of  that oil from the this-worldly  fryer to lubricate , intoxicate. 

Envision any place you want to go that feeds into your happiness

How do you want me to start?  

Once upon a  time, we abandoned our  traditional milieu  to head to a place, where we all could  flex our buns in a manner of  straight out wackiness. 

I have my cure!

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[spahyn-bash]

verb (used without object), Australian Slang.

1.

to rest; loaf.

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A Dose of Sunshine.

 The sun may have called it a day 😀  but as promised, I have done it! Caught up with all you ,bloody brilliant bloggers who have touched soil with the Willows. 

Finally, I have  had the  attention span and energy to go through all of your lovely blogs. You are all so bloody  unique. I LOVE IT!

This usually takes me a full day and night to do but it is totally worth it. You all are.

I am blown away by the diversity of the people and content  I connect with on WordPress. I am buzzing from checking out your Blogs. I have a massive smile on my face. The sun  is  still  shining for me and my heart is brimming over with sunny Delight.

WOW! I’m speechless. Ha ha!

Thank you for taking a chance on this flower. Me!

I know I have an epic award to receive but I have really wanted to meet everyone who has come into the Willows over the past two weeks.

SHOUT TIME – whoop! whoop!

I do sincerely check  out all your blogs and not only do I give you a shout out to say THANK YOU!  but I pick what I call -MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK to lead other Bloggers to check out your Blogs.

Please check out  these Blogs.

Be comfortable to feel how you want to feel!  

 Be yourself! 

Be! 

Live! 

Laugh!

Cry! 

Be human! 

Breathe in the Good shit!    OXYGEN! 

Thank you for bringing so much colour to my Blog!

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MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK:   humor.

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MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK:  Be Mine

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MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK: First blog post

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MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK: Self-Empathy & Compassion

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MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK : Desire

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MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK : The Missed Spot

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MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK : Attention to each other

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MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK : SILENCE

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MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK : WHY BLOOKUP?

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MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK : When I Realized I Needed to Let Go

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MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK : Visions of South Africa: A Guest Post

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MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK :  Professional Editing

Jude Rants- the wild and tastefully philosophical musings of a carb-fuelled millennial on a quest to manifest herself as the greatest rapper of all time

MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK : How A Sleepy Serbian Mountain Town Woke Me Up – Part 1

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MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK : POSITIVE VIBES

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MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK : Light in obscurity

My Spanglish Familia SAHM Keeping it Real in English & Spanish

MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK : My Spanglish Kids & The Sh*t They Say

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MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK :  INCOMPATİBLE

Poems from the Perimeter….

MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK : Status Report: Body and Soul

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MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK : Just Being Myself

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MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK : 5 Steps to Good Mental Health For A Busy Week

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MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK :  My kitten growls like a dog!

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MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK :  HONESTY AND HIDING BEHIND UNSEEN CURTAINS

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MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK : SK-II Dream Park | Change Your Destiny

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MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK : The shit of “Figuring it out”

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MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK :  Trendy Afro Styles

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MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK:    THE THIRD EYE OF THE NTH EYED FISH 

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MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK : Bitter or Better

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MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK : I dub thee Unforgiven !!

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MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK : Who is this Society?

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MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK : Suicide Squad Soundtrack

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MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK : Art : Grotesque Art

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MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK RELIGIOUS DIFFERENCES-WE NEED TO THINK ALL OVER AGAIN…

GETTING THROUGH ANXIETY A step by step process using practice

MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK : Battle of Mind Blog A blog about self help strategies and ways to benefit mental health: Stigma

ELECTRONIC NEWS BLOG

MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK : AVVIATORE AUTO 18000MAH AUKEY

University life for me. An account of my years at university

MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK : First blog post

Books, Books and More Books! Read a Review, Leave a Comment!

MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK : Book Release for September 1st

SCRIBLEDREE-Restoring beauty wherever possible 🙂

MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK : Friend with crazy thought process

DEBATABLY DATEABLE- just another girl trying to figure out Love.

MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK: I MET MR. RIGHT AND HE WAS DREAMY (AND HE’S SINGLE)

SINGLE IN THE SUBURBS

MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK:  WEDDINGS AND EXES AND SINGLENESS, OH MY!

MINAL DALAL CO-CREATOR Spreading resources for potential living

MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK : Life is Fulfillment at 7 levels

SHINE ONE- From my life #myperspective

MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK : IS THIS LOVE ?

YOUR FRIENDLY CAR GUY

MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK : Ah the 50’s great time for the automotive industry!

Buzz Of A Lil Bee Loves, life and everything in between

MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK : And so it begins….again

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MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK : Dogophobia

The man without qualities Always at your service (´・ω・`)MYWORDCANVASS- MYWORDCANVASS HOME ABOUT CONTACT BLOG painting pictures with words……

MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK:  Innocence

NOT MY SECRET…OVERCOMING THE SHAME OF SEXUAL ABUSE

MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK : TODAY, I CRIED.

Ajay vyas “THERE IS NEVER A TIME OR PLACE FOR TRUE LOVE. IT HAPPENS ACCIDENTALLY, IN A HEARTBEAT, IN A SINGLE FLASHING, THROBBING MOMENT.”

MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK: From A Lover’s Diary -“I Want An Every Day Kind Of Love”

IN THE MEH. OUT THE MEH. BEYOND THE MEH. a comic-blog on mental illness

MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK: The Magical World of the Psych Unit: How to Entertain Yourself

Seasons of Seroquil- To anyone who has a mental illness or a loved one suffering with mental illness:

MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK: If we treated physical illness like we treat mental illness…

mutwoki’s Blog A topnotch WordPress.com site

MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK: A Little Pep Talk.

DEPRESSED ANXIOUS THOUGHTS

MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK: Introduction

RYAN AND ALTON Couch to Stove: A Food Network Watching Non-Cook Following 365 Alton Brown Recipes in One Year

MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK: Couch to Stove: A Neophyte Conjures Up 3 Alton Brown Eats

Not Otherwise Specified -The story of a therapist recovering from an eating disorder

MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK:  You need carbs to poop

ABOUT SHANTINQUE ~ THE LYRICAL EXPRESSION BeautifullyAbstrackk POETRY ~ Poetry spoken in words you’re afraid to say! Step into my World of Abstractly Thinking!

MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK:  COLOR me BADD

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MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK:    Cats

Miss Bhukkad

MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK: Wanderlust

People Rebuilders Foundation The place that give you a second chance

MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK: You Do Matter

WAYS OF THE WONDERING BLOG Reach deep down, without knowing, without a single thought…Just be…and there it will be …Love. Only waiting for the world to see. -Taylor Raye Payne

MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK:  Illusions

THROUGH MY EYES

MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK: ABOUT

IDEADECO- Make Ideas Happen

MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK: Fears and Threats of Creative Thinking

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MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK:   Plotting workshop: 6: End with a hook

I’M BECOMING ME, AND I THINK I LIKE IT Welcome to my life, I hope it amuses you

MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK:    insulted a complete stranger by bashing her entire country. Unintentionally of course.

TRULY DONNA

MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK: Just starting out!

Search Aspiring Thoughts A Story Blog

MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK: New blog! Introduction 📝

TWOISTHENEWONE EAT BLOG SLEEP

MY STAR SCENTED POST PICK: A Start-Up Is Recycling Polluted Air to Make “INK”

Tracey-anne’s WordPress Blog-“Keep Your Light Bright-

MY STAR SCENTED POST: Carry me home

HAVE A GRAND WEEK.

I HOPE TO GET MORE CREATIVE AGAIN IN THE NEXT FEW WEEKS. DYING TO JUST WRITE.

MY FIRST WRITING DEADLINE AT UNI FOR WRITING (CREATIVELY) 😀  IS THE 24/11 SO WISH ME LUCK!

DAISY ❤ ❤

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