I planted flowers in my backyard and painted the walls yellow I locked the front door, and told fear she could find someone else to room with. The stairs stopped creaking with the steps of people that abused me, and I blared music loudly and opened all the windows allowing light to finally touch parts of [...]
Dear Someone, Why make America "great" again? On hate and fear? America isn't perfect; she never has been. We should make her great, With love and open hearts. We are the land of the free and brave; Not the land of the enslaved and cowards. Love, Liv .
I want more than this—this mediocrity. I want to see places and know. To be able to say I’ve been there. I want to do what I love, and not settle for less than that. People who do fill me with grief, and I will not give up on these dreams. I want to get [...]