https://soundcloud.com/mentalnotes-1/audio-recording-on-saturday-1
I am riding the embers of these aches
I am LaBella
And I will die alone
A wrinkled
Old slut
I am riding the embers of these aches
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https://soundcloud.com/mentalnotes-1/audio-recording-on-saturday-1
I am riding the embers of these aches
I am LaBella
And I will die alone
A wrinkled
Old slut
I am riding the embers of these aches
Thoughts on an ever-evolving life
A prose and poetry lifestyle blog 🎨
“It was obvious that he was a man who marched through life to the rhythms of some drum I would never hear.” Hunter S. Thompson
A writer/photographer making sense and nonsense in words and visuals.
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Just a Girl Holding Her Father's Hand and Sharing His Heart
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.Welcome to my Metaphors.
An Argument for Humanity
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Scars are like memories..
... there's still life ahead
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Inspire to live an ideal life
"The home to everyone is to him his castle and fortress, as well for his defence against injury and violence, as for his repose." ~Edward Coke
Thoughts on an ever-evolving life
A prose and poetry lifestyle blog 🎨
“It was obvious that he was a man who marched through life to the rhythms of some drum I would never hear.” Hunter S. Thompson
A writer/photographer making sense and nonsense in words and visuals.
Letting Life Lead
Just a Girl Holding Her Father's Hand and Sharing His Heart
Working Puzzles & Beating the Odds
.Welcome to my Metaphors.
An Argument for Humanity
Poems and such about various things
Engaging the concept of the human soul through art, culture, and practical advice
Poet Artist
Scars are like memories..
... there's still life ahead
Home of all types of feline alchemy
Inspire to live an ideal life
"The home to everyone is to him his castle and fortress, as well for his defence against injury and violence, as for his repose." ~Edward Coke
Embers, remind me of being out in the highlands here on a bitter cold winter’s night, old coats and shadows dancing in the dull glow as a conversation rides its own vapour trails, a companion to warmth and friendship.
“warmth and friendship” is all Labella wants.
(: