Why can’t you be like her?
Why can’t you look at me
Like she looks at him,
Like he’s a god and
Her his most ardent worshiper?
Of all the hurtful things he’s ever said, These words cut the deepest.
Let’s Make It a Great One
Lovingly Hand-Crafted Humor Blog
Welcome to the inner workings of my mind
ramblings on life and the state of things
Hiking with snark in the beautiful Pacific Northwest 2014 - 2018
Who's in charge here, anyway?
"We tell ourselves stories in order to live." - Joan Didion
The Home of ‘All Things’ Zoolon
Mixed Media and Paper CrAftist
Life through the lens of a Baltimorean quaintrelle
Writer | Blogger | Funny Guy
Fine Art Photography
It's a long way to the store
Just another Allberry site and opinions
To travel is to take a journey into yourself...
and peculiar ponderings...
Navigating the second half of my life
A Dialogue between Poets