Butterflies show what they want in order to blend in

They hide their true beauty within, unseen except for brief flashes of time

Only when they feel safe enough to show their true selves

They carry something important to the survival of others

But hide for the survival of themselves

Every butterfly is different, never the exact same as a fellow

Their pattens might resemble another

They might eve...

Imagine this as a note that got delivered with a nice warm (or iced) white mocha to work or school.

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You are a white mocha. So sweet and familiar, but I’m still amazed every time I get to enjoy a taste. Something I’ve known about for years, but only started getting to understand for myself a little while back. The blend of energizing caffeine...

I don’t go a day without it

It’s impossibly ugly

But it’s grown on me

Now, it’s what I know

Now, I’m comfortable in it

Because it is familiar

No matter the day

Good bad or in between

I slip it on before I do anything else

Before I go down to breakfast or brush my teeth

Before I let anyone see me

Because it makes me comfortable

This thing that I put on?

It is a mindset, telling me

That no one c...

“It’s time to begin getting ready for dinner m’lady.” my maid Madelyne says. I turn away from the book I was reading. “Okay.” I say and stand up.

On my way down to the dinning room, Prince Capricum catches up to me in the hall. “Hello Drisela. _What_ a surprise to see you here.” I put on a look of shock. “Oh I _know_. It’s not like I don’t walk this way to dinner _every_ day.” He chuckles. “My I...

You’re so little

So tiny

Yet somehow,

You’ve already managed to take my heart captive

As you climb up into my lap

Getting small tufts of fur everywhere

I smile at you

And you smile back

Tongue lolling out the side of your mouth

You’re so adorable

So cute

And now,

I know that I am all yours

And you are all mine,

Sweet pup

My Marigold...

My whole life it’s been one thing after another. Getting perfect grades in school, getting into the perfect college, landing the perfect job, staying the perfect weight, wearing the perfect things, being the perfect daughter, the perfect girlfriend, speaking perfectly. I never stop trying, working to be perfect.

Today I did something new. I went to a coffee shop I’ve been dying to try ever since...

A lone traveler

His goods are all he has

He lost everything else years ago

Now he’s making a pilgrimage

Back to the place of his birth

The horse he raised from a mare

The donkey he bought before his trip

All he has is on his back and in his saddlebag

As he rides back home

At last...

Failing

It’s not a choice

But trying again is

Trust

It’s not easy

But something you have to work towards

Fear

It’s something you face

But not something you have

to give power over you

Peace

It’s free

But it can’t exist

at the same time as anxiety

Crying

It’s not embarrassing

But you being strong

by letting the emotion out

Comfort

It’s sometimes hard to gain

But we take it for granted

whe...

*DISCLAIMER*

These are some of my actual, real life memories.

Me and my best friend Evan used to go straight to the swings every recess. It was actually how we became friends in the first place. I was shy, he was too. But every time that bell rang we would go to the same spot—the swings. We would see who could get the highest. At first it was a silent competition, but one day we started talking ...

Backwards

The way I don’t want to go

But it seems the only direction I

Can get any momentum

Forwards

The way I long to go

But it’s a star

Always out of reach

Backwards

The direction I’m falling

Forwards

The direction I’ll never go...