Keep the streets empty for me
There’s nothing more prevailing than the silence. Biting of the lips until they bleed dripping on unknown territory. It doesn’t matter what you tell me
There’s nothing more prevailing than the silence. Biting of the lips until they bleed dripping on unknown territory. It doesn’t matter what you tell me
How dare I show my face here; how dare I show my face anywhere. Digging myself into a hole I may never get out of—voluntarily.
the rain quenches a long parched soil. Pain awoke me more than once through the night and I somehow still managed to bring myself to
My name is Natalia and this blog used to be the home of thewritingsofnatalia. My first real blog started as The Diary of a Teenage
A piece by The Philopher’s Stem Imagine treating your home like a garden. Intrigued? Confused? Let me explain. This metaphor was inspired by some decluttering
This month of April is one of growth, action, and decision. We must decide who it is we want to become and what it is
Let me ask you something: is there something in your life that you are meaning to create? Is there a version of you that you
There’s a reason we feel anew around the time of springtime. For many cultures, the new year begins at the time of the spring or
And I made it, I promise I did. Today is a day of reflection and going inward. This whole month is. And now that I
I don’t know if someone warned me. Maybe they did. I’ve heard phrases of working hard and being strong. I wonder if they were ever