December 6th, 2024 3:56 pm    His hugs mean a lot to me His eyes maintain a world of dreams Our conversations end fast, Time moves more than quickly We say our goodbyes, but he...

Throughout cinematic history, people have loved romance in movies. Whether it be the infamous Indiana Jones movies, where he always ends up with the girl after every adventure, or a superhero movie like...

To love a writer is unlike any other You will always be on their mind And overtake all of their time   To be described in the most beautiful way And forever wanting to stay   To...

We were taught not to love. We were taught that all pairings were made based on necessity. The council of love makes all pairings based on genetics and who works together. Once a year, there is a ceremony...

your glances are poison, staining my heart, the longer I linger, the harder to depart.   your hands are like fire, singing my skin, none of this you may know, my animosity...

With Valentine's right around the corner, it is always nice to have a good rom-com to snuggle up to and watch: so as an early gift, here are some of my favorite rom-coms that I recommend.   My...

I loathed him. His provoking smirk gave rise to the frustration in me. How could one person cause so much hatred? I loathed that smirk, yet I could not help but admire it. The way his face creased perfectly,...

February, the month of love. When those who are single suffer terribly in their loneliness, and those who are fortunate enough to be dating gaze deep into each other’s eyes, confess their love and struggle...

There are few things in the world that truly unite people. Thanksgiving, puppies and Netflix original movies, such as “To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before,” are a few examples. This movie phenomenon,...

Monday. She remembers his face so clearly Like a swift breath of air Except the air was not fresh No, it was a breath of cigarette smoke Life threatening, cloudy, yet she kept coming back...

Romanticism exists in soil. Decayed and decaying and will decay. Pieces of God are underneath dying grass with flecks of something holy and poetic in the pollen and leaves. And there’s dirt underneath...

Casey Blank ran the tip of her finger down the edge of her Sunday paper.  There was something elegant to be found in Casey’s big ears and narrow chin, and her hair curled in a way that the earth seemed...