It was a cold and grey day
Winds sweeping across the horizon
Violent and fresh pressing me forward
As I hasten along this path.
Pictures taken July 11/17
I'm listening you.
Thoughts, passions, imagination, fiction and a little bit of romance
I express here what I face in my daily life, what I see around me, what I think and what I feel i.e. EXPERIENCE of LIFE.
right myself left brain numb punction free Ms. steak ridden poet tree🐮🚣
I have people to kill, lives to ruin, plagues to bring, and worlds to destroy. I am not the Angel of Death. I'm a fiction writer.
Player of words, artist of emotions.
So that I can live the life I want to, even if it's not real.
Fitness and fun for mums
Honestly, authentically, sincerely, me.
Stories From Within
Irregular Diaries of a Confused Mom
Till when can you stop me? From running free...
Natalie. Writer. Photographer. Etc.
the literary asylum
The Dopest Fiction and Me. By: Me
The value of greed is priceless