Let’s talk about what you deserve.
This isn’t about how you look, how much money you have, your age, or any of that other “label” shit.
It’s about self-worth. The VALUE you place on YOURSELF.
On the surface, you might seem to really “value” yourself. You take care, you keep your shoulders back, you look people in the eye, and your life is pretty much together.
Continue reading “What You Allow”
He worshiped her.
Most days, it seemed like she almost hated him but he didn’t care. He was addicted to the smell of her, the taste, the texture of her skin.
Other than delivery people, she was the only person he ever saw or interacted with. It had been that way for almost two years.
Every time she appeared on his porch, he knew what she wanted and he wanted to give it to her. Like a junkie, he didn’t say no because he didn’t have the strength of will.
The shakes were too bad the moment she was within touching distance. He needed his fix of human contact, just for a little while.
Each visit, she brushed past him without a word, walked to his bedroom, and took off her clothes. Reclining on his bed, she waited for him to crawl between her legs and deliver as much pleasure with his mouth as she could physically stand to receive.
He never undressed. They never had sex. They didn’t talk.
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A big man with a gentle voice, Walter Allen Hall regained his family’s fortune by venturing beyond the shores of England.
While his peers insisted the only money to be made abroad was via the British East India Company or through the slave trade, he staunchly disagreed.
“People are not a commodity. Not in England, not in Africa, not anywhere a good man wishes to lay his head without shame.”
In all his business dealings, he kept his wife Florence by his side. “No man could be as clever as my Florence. The opinions of my peers mean little beside your fierce mind.”
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Love because you can.
It’s pretty awesome. A lot of people really don’t expect you to react rationally (and with love) when they’re being douchebags.
If for no other reason (like how good it’ll make you feel), do it to mess with their heads.
Mind games with positivity.
ALL OF US have damage.
Different levels, sure.
Different reasons, no doubt.
Unless you live in a bubble, you’ve probably been through some shit.
It molds you, changes your perspective.
It can make you strong. It can make you bitter.
One thing it doesn’t do is make you unloveable.
Unless you don’t WANT to be loved.
Take a breath.
Identify your damage, the source.
Gather all of it up.
Put that negative bullshit in a box.
Lock it down, chain it up.
Throw it out of a car…
Off a bridge…
Into a deep quarry.
Watch it sink deeper and deeper.
Then keep going.
Don’t let that shit define you.
Don’t let it ruin your future.
Don’t let your *THEN* destroy your *NOW*…
You’re better than that.
And you are LOVEABLE.