It’s about a personal journey of self-acceptance—recognizing your worth, letting go of self-judgment, and embracing who you truly are, flaws and all. This process often involves healing from past wounds, setting boundaries, and learning to speak kindly to yourself. Ultimately, it’s about building a healthy, compassionate relationship with yourself.

Well, no idea how I can get to be the best carpenter without having to go to school and become an apprentice. I am always a miss fixer kind of a person, you know. I fix people, I fix clogged sinks, I fix broken beds I mean that’s on my little level of knowledge. Anyway, there is one thing I really wish I could fix but I never will and maybe never will it happen. If I try getting screws, I have to get soft ones yet I don’t think they will work anyway. How I wish it was so easy to get in there, chisel it, smoothen the broken ages and glue them together The heart is a really funny organ that no science, fiction, no doctor, no witch doctor or no one will ever understand. Yes it can physically pain and that can get fixed medically but what about the emotional heartbreak? A heartbreak that feels like it’s broken in half, it feels like it’s dark in the socket, it feels like it’s empty, it feels like am imaginary laser wire is cutting through it every second of the day? THE SCREW?

This is a story of how unconditional loving almost put me behind bars. I believe this story will teach you a lot and actually help you to be aware of who you let into your life. Subscribe for continuation.

A poem of longing for a love greater than you feel you could ever deserve. The wanting and need for something more knowing you'll never have it.

Loosing someone forever that drives you mad. Knowing you were more than friends but less than lovers.

A poem of learning to grow and move on when someone you love is gone. Eventhough it feels like the most difficult thing in the world, one day you'll be able to think of them and smile.

A poem that's a metaphor for when times get tough and you get that anxious feeling: restarting your bad habit.

A poem I wrote about how every gnawing thought makes me feel so guilty. And how I wish things could be different. Until then, I'll sink in the guilt until it drowns me.

Happy Father's Day to all the dads out there, and have passed on, to all the families out there, a good dad or a bad dad. A family still isn't it without one, love/like them today, it's still their day, and here is a short story for them. (Sorry, I was late. I was busy on Father's Day and couldn't post anything early, just in case my dad saw it. Also, check out my Instagram faye_ink to see hand-drawn pictures of this story.)

Two toads emerged in my neighborhood, Seeming as different, night to day, Holding my int’rest, long I stood; One looking less toad-like than it should Rife with tendencies, it seemed, to splay. Observing the other, as it were, And no doubt owning fitted structure, Neatly assembled, as toads prefer,

I glanced out of the driver’s side window of my car, toward the bus stop, just in time to see 230 lbs. of frustration and insecurity, packed in a flowery muumuu, wielding what looked to be a King James Bible like it was a set of nun chucks.

People always assumed that I was a bad person. In truth I wasn't always this way. I used to be someone who hated to see others hurt, hated bullies, and hated hurting other people. I used to be so kind and caring, so generous, easy to take advantage of. I was always this way until I got tired of people stepping all over me.

TV personalities and public speakers keep saying “you-man” instead of human—and no one seems to notice. But what happens when language laziness invades the very words meant to convey dignity, ethics, and identity?

A little hint & glimpse into my situation right now... not sure how I do it but I do till I find my out, that's all I'll be doing...

A poem I wrote about self-reflection. Recently everything has been a struggle. Me sharing this is so anyone who reads it knows that they are not alone. You are loved, always.

This is written for those who felt like giving up. It's for those who need to see that what you go through doesn't have to weigh you done. Your past does not define who you are in the present or the future.

‘I’m a Christian who has for five years now struggled with the fact that I am predominantly attracted to men in what feels like the worst time to have both of those attributes. Christians say I’m going to hell, and Gay people can’t understand why I choose to remain in the faith. I constantly feel alone in this struggle, and in short… I’ve thought of ending it.’

Today, we take a closer look at the primordial goddess Nyx and what exactly is a primordial and how that plays into her role as the Goddess of Night

THE ORDER OF SUPERIOR INSTINCTUAL ADANCIENT HUMAN CAPABILITIES . Healing Synesthesia Evolution: "Synesthesia" is a neurological phenomenon where stimulation of one sensory or cognitive pathway leads to automatic, involuntary experiences in a second sensory or cognitive pathway.

i want a mirror but the mirror breaks not physically but the unbearable pain breaks it the monster in the end, will not abandon me i live with it, as i destroy every mirror