This is my library.⠀
Is a phrase I wish I could say. Found on Pinterest, link in bio.
~Life Long Love
Thunder strikes for another time that night,
In the sheer coldness that is life, you shiver a little and let out a tiny cry.
Maa holds you tighter and in the darkness, papa stays awake desparately killing mosquitoes around you
When you are four, he cries like a baby,
Leaving you at school, alone.
He walks back home to find her in despair.
They hold hands and comfort each other
When you are nineteen, you ask for a bike.
They put in their entire savings to buy you one.
And when you come home with a dent on the bike that very first day ...
They don't even ask a question
You chat with the girl you met on your blind date last night,
While your mother sleeps with an empty stomach in the next room.
When your date video calls, you leave your food half finished on the table and slam your door shut.
What was the girl's name again
Oh right! You broke up with her
Baby, you measure beauty in curves and angles,
And you look for love on strange streets.
When things get boring, you try to console yourself saying she is not right for you
And complain about those heartbreaks too
Where will you find love
When love is standing there at the door waiting for you ...
Praying you will come back to her safe tonight,
While you drink and carelessly drive home
Where will you find love
When love has been looking after you your entire life, working extra shifts, extra nights ... Just to buy you that watch you asked for the other day
So again, where will you find love
Honey, just go search for love in the places you were born,
Tonight, for a change ....
Go search for love at home !!
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Words littering my mind this night, till it's getting softer,
Softer, that I could fall thoroughly to the mattress bedsheets of mine,
Freely falling, to words inside my mind like a cloud in my head,
Whispering to makes me fall asleep on the softer pillow beside me.
As I remember the tone of your laugh, while I am half asleep,
And the scent of your perfume following my nose,
Then I fall asleep, as my dreams thinking of the laughter, kisses, and some touching emotion we had,
The words stargazing in my brain, while, I am sleeping is like a house of nostalgia, to where our thoughts are happy,
To where we tell much of stuff and humorous tale like there are no ends, and no tomorrow.
Likely to taught ourselves that our both feet and sizes toenails, will grow a little ingrown besides the flesh of the feet,
Causes of walking to the neverending happiness we had,
Also, the dream reminds me that whatever happiness we had,
Sadness will walkthrough, even to the tiniest brick of joy it crashes in.
Oh my dream, for I have you and everything,
I always wished to queries the very piece of joyful and the madness of happiness,
To make me fall in-love every-day inside my dream,
To greet me with joy every night's sleep.
A dream that leads me to the tale of love and the fragrance of the woman I love,
Alluring my madness of hopes, that keeping on track,
As it makes me warm, joyful as it best,
To every tirelessly night makes me fall, fall asleep to love you.
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BRB just overhauling my life 💻
I’ve been in total “renovation” mode for my website (stay tuned) ~ updating older posts, editing content and the overall look. It seems I’m going through another “shift” - which coincidentally () happened around this time last year. • see post on my tattoo • ⠀⠀
I want my website to reflect true inclusion. I want to encourage meaningful conversation. I can’t imagine a life without creating. ⠀⠀
I am excited to see where my “shift” takes me, and to share the new destination with you. I know change can be scary, but it’s also necessary. I hope you’ll continue to follow along as I share my story. ⠀⠀
Thanks in advance for your patience as I cook up some musings and magic 💫
In the meantime, remember that #rarediseaseawarenessday is the 29th! Be sure to wear your I N T C tees to show support and raise awareness for individuals living with rare diseases (like little O!) ⠀⠀ #writersofinsta #modernmotherhood #intc #seasonsoflife #seasonsofchange #changeisgood #inclusivity #parenting #parentinginthemodernworld #communityforwomen #modernwoman #create #creative #webdesign #underconstruction #ipreview via @preview.app
Can a girl who risks her life for books and an alien who loves forbidden pop music work together to save humanity A beautiful and thrilling read for fans of Marie Lu and Veronica Roth.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
NEW ON THE BLOG! Check out meganwritenow.com (link in bio) for my chat with @alechiadow. We talk #TheSoundOfStars, #amwriting, and more! @inkyardpress⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
WHAT'S THE STORY:⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Two years ago, a misunderstanding between the leaders of Earth and the invading Ilori resulted in the deaths of one-third of the world’s population.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Seventeen-year-old Janelle “Ellie” Baker survives in an Ilori-controlled center in New York City. With humans deemed dangerously volatile because of their initial reaction to the invasion, emotional expression can be grounds for execution. Music, art and books are illegal, but Ellie breaks the rules by keeping a secret library. When a book goes missing, Ellie is terrified that the Ilori will track it back to her and kill her.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Born in a lab, M0Rr1S was raised to be emotionless. When he finds Ellie’s illegal library, he’s duty-bound to deliver her for execution. The trouble is, he finds himself drawn to human music and in desperate need of more. They’re both breaking the rules for the love of art—and Ellie inspires the same feelings in him that music does.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Ellie’s—and humanity’s—fate rests in the hands of an alien she should fear. M0Rr1S has a lot of secrets, but also a potential solution—thousands of miles away. The two embark on a wild and dangerous road trip with a bag of books and their favorite albums, all the while creating a story and a song of their own that just might save them both.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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The forrests look so fresh and green
After those long days of rain
As your eyes now shine forever clear
After weeks of tears and pain
You did not drown in sorrow's waves
They washed you clean from guilt
You held on to your hopes so brave
Now rejoice in what they built!
All the pain is temporary
All the suffering shall pass
May your heart be happy for eternity
It is not made of glass.
Trust hope to guide the way
It is what made you whole
May the light forever shine
On your strong and smiling soul. -The Warden
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I remember reading these words on a canvas bag @shakespeareandcoparis in Paris and being profoundly moved by them. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
In recent weeks, these words have taken on even more meaning for me as I dive into the realms of depth psychology and Carl Jung's theories around the collective unconscious and fantasy, which for Jung is "a complex of ideas or imaginative activity expressing the flow of psychic energy." ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
After a little research, I'm not surprised to find that Jung was familiar with Blake's work and integrated some of his texts and illustrations in "The Red Book."⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Blake's work is emblematic of the artists birthed out of the Romantic era. He believed the imagination, much like Jung's fantasy, is fundamental to our existence as human beings.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Unlike youth, innocence or propriety, which are transient states of being that can change with time and experience (and thus cannot be fundamental to our existence), imagination is central to who we are. It never leaves us—though it can become latent—for it is a part of our very essence.
Bloom where you’re planted. 🌱⠀
You’ve heard this popular phrase before, right It means to be fruitful and make the best of life even when it’s hard. If it throws lemons at you, make the most delicious lemonade. 🍋 ⠀
I grew up envious of those around me. In my opinion, they had it so much better than me. They were planted in loving families with a mom AND a dad. They had beautiful homes. They had financial security. And me I was planted somewhere totally different, so I held a “must be nice” attitude. 😔 ⠀
I let this fixed mindset limit my potential. The good things in life were meant for others, not me. It’s taken me years to embrace this idea of blooming where you’re planted. To prune and care for my life in such a way that I create something gorgeous. But I’m flourishing now! 🌹 ⠀
Are you like me I wanna hear about where you’ve been planted and what kind of beauty you’re producing in your life now!
I remember us sitting by that chai stall not saying a word, maybe i should've said something, i wish i knew how to but we knew better. I had to leave. Maybe if you had asked me to stay, maybe if i had told you i wanted to, but we both were too old to pull stunts like that. I wish we weren't.
I remember us walking down the road, nonsensical chatter and car horns surrounded us. Maybe I should've taken the busier route, i wish time would stand still just this once. I didn't want to see you leave. Maybe if i had hugged you a little longer, I've wished it over every night. But never do we allow for the romantics to rule over the rationalists. I wish we did.
I remember turning away, feeling robbed and dizzy. Maybe i should've confessed in big words your worth in my clustered life but i was too afraid to try, i wished i could bypass the logic for just this fraction of second. I'll find you again. Maybe if i just walk a few more miles, i wished nights would stop being so long, but time slipped away and so did you. I wish you hadn't.
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