I feel like I can’t start a post without some irksome disclaimer anymore. There’s always a backstory to the story, or a point to be made before the point to be made. Oh, well — if you are among those that continue to read these babble pages then I salute you for Continue reading ““There Is Still Time””
I was unsure of today’s post but I gained a little courage,
A little hope to speak of nature and its unnatural flourish, Continue reading “There Is A Little Place”
I had originally planned on writing up this post a few days earlier than this, but I feared it being too similar to the post I wrote on my wattpad page also on noises of security and feelings of warmth. But after a while’s thought, I decided that the two weren’t as similar as I thought. Continue reading ““I Feel Safe,” He Says”
Before you begin reading I must express two very important lessons I learned during this event:
- Little tiny people can be overwhelmingly talented (I may or may not be ashamed of my lack of ability to do anything.)
- Sitting next to amplifiers the size of elephants is the worst thing you could ever do to your ear drums. Seriously, I don’t think I have any anymore.
Today at school, my family and I decided to celebrate my four-year-old brother turning five-years-old (even though his actual date of birth is in June, which happens to be after the academic year is over but that’s besides the purpose of this post).
I really should be honest, because as I was making my way into his little classroom filled with little people and little things, I was Continue reading “A Series On Little People (pt. 1)”