Saturdays are meant for relaxation, doing activities you don’t get time for, finishing chores you’ve procrastinated all through the week and observations - random, ordinary observations.

Only my life isn’t authored by Rowling and there’s no out-of-the-blue magic to be found. But what I did notice is how even a row of colorful, transparent bottles ( Read more... )

I alternate between reluctantly optimistic and starkly cynical.

I want to sit down, rest for awhile, own a spot.

I like to be paid in kind.

I am no one’s crying shoulder. Anymore. Or so I say (Every time.)

Everyone plays their part and fades into black. Some should just stay. I’d like them to.

I don’t have the enthusiasm or energy to build new ( Read more... )

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