I was once despised by the rich night-like hue of my skin, until it was realized that I offered a glimpse of the stars through my mind.
—Tshombe Sekou
In efforts to remember who we are, we have stretched our identity—becoming as bridges gripping two continents—stretched across an ocean filled with millions of our ancestors looking up at us…
—Tshombe Sekou
Whispers within a scrambled mind ...
Power Of Thinking can create Miracles
.Welcome To My Metaphors.
Seeking Truth
Musings and books from a grunty overthinker
A music review site
Oh! Take a shit, read a story. - My Mother on flash fiction
Author. Writer. Poet. Creator. Artist. Lover. Woman. Wife. Mother. Child.
Is this it?
My sarcastic travels through life while trying to remain true to myself and not kill others.
This Blog is about discovering the magic of forests in every aspect of life from a small plant in a metropolis to the forests themselves
le parole cadono come foglie
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"ONE HELL OF A WRITER"--Derrick Jensen, award-winning author of Endgame~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
by Hina Khan Palwasha
A journal forever stitched into the abyss of the internet
Words. Photographs. Power.
Colours Weaved by Silk and Quilling
