If I were a cat
I think I would be more
of a bastard,
and less inclined to curl up in
your lap.
by Philip Wardlow 2016
by Philip Wardlow 2016
Musings
Tigers not daughters
Let Your Eyes Do The Talking...
A Place to share My Love for Painting, Life and my Wandering Mind
Hiking with snark in the beautiful Pacific Northwest 2011 - 2013
the literary asylum
Let's get real. Let's get weird.
Reviews, raves, and rants it's all about the books we read
Bipolar is my superpower
writing what my mind tells me and what my heart feels
A site dedicated to mediating and confronting vigilantism and violent extremism in American history, society, culture & beyond
A place for writers and book lovers
The Ridges of Intertextuallity
by Kelly Lewis
Linguistic twists dripping from my wanton tongue. WARNING: My words are written to be viewed by a mature eye 18+ please
A DAILY RITUAL OF WRITING
Musings
Tigers not daughters
Let Your Eyes Do The Talking...
A Place to share My Love for Painting, Life and my Wandering Mind
Hiking with snark in the beautiful Pacific Northwest 2011 - 2013
the literary asylum
Let's get real. Let's get weird.
Reviews, raves, and rants it's all about the books we read
Bipolar is my superpower
writing what my mind tells me and what my heart feels
A site dedicated to mediating and confronting vigilantism and violent extremism in American history, society, culture & beyond
A place for writers and book lovers
The Ridges of Intertextuallity
by Kelly Lewis
Linguistic twists dripping from my wanton tongue. WARNING: My words are written to be viewed by a mature eye 18+ please
A DAILY RITUAL OF WRITING
Aww.