The End of The Rainbow

What do you find at the end of the rainbow I ask? ‘Well’ you’d say,  ‘after arriving at the end of the rainbow and convincing the leprechaun standing guard to let you pass…you would peer down at a glittering pot of gold’. Unless you’re me. In which case, the end of the rainbow is a toilet bowl and what you’re peering at is actually your own vomit.Read More »

A Means to an End

It’s no secret that I love love. My main goal in life, if I were only able to achieve one thing, would without a doubt be to fall in love. And while I know that such a thing may be unrealistic, I’d prefer to continue living in the dreamy bliss of it’s possibility. Not to suggest that this is a bad thing. I think that feeling as deeply as I do is a gift where it’s applicable, and only really a curse when I allow it to get in the way of living my life. When meeting new people for instance, I can, should I allow it to, let love blur the experience of building a relationship.

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