11/1/2025 The Tragic Beauty of Victorian Funerals explores how grief became an art form during the 19th century. In an era obsessed with death, mourning was steeped in ritual and romance — from black lace veils and jet jewelry to horse-drawn hearses and floral wreaths shaped like hearts or crosses. The Victorians saw funerals not as mere farewells, but as deeply symbolic displays of love, faith, and social status. Behind the elegance, however, lingered sorrow and superstition — séances, mourning photography, and memento mori art reflected a desperate longing to hold on to the dead. It was a time when beauty softened tragedy, and death became an extension of devotion.

I ought to archive our chat. Maybe I learned to hide from things that scare me, like you who begat and raised me.

The poem is about two friends who are buying a substance for use later on. The subject is speaking from a point of view of themselves to the reader and the other precipitant.

I write this after a strange day walking in the spring of last year when I found flowers by the edge of a field and a dirt road about a mile that were the same flowers

Happy Wednesday, Thread-Heads! We're halfway through the week—let's check in with our nervous systems. One of the greatest gifts crochet gave me in early recovery was a way to ground myself when my anxiety felt like a runaway train. When your mind is loud, your hands need something quiet and repetitive to do.

"You’re somewhere out there, living your life under a different sky. And I’m here, learning how to stop refreshing a conversation that ended long ago"

Like poems this is for you. You will get a good look into my heart and get to learn all about me. Are you ready for a great experience, if you are come on and read.

Chicfrmthestix: Dirt-road dream chaser turned side-hustle sorceress. Ghosted the 9-5 mid-panic attack, designed a POD tee at 3AM, sold out in 48hrs under a rainbow. Now mashin’ country-rap bars, sci-fi micro-fiction, & Streamlit dashboards in sundress & boots. Lit Mashup stream drops weekly: glow-up blueprints, lyric templates, porch voice notes. Sub 10¢ for the unfiltered sauce – from stix to stacks, no gatekeepers. First 50 get a custom reel remix. Rainbow’s waitin’, boo. Let’s ride. 🤠💸

The Sallie House in Atchison, Kansas, is one of America’s most infamous haunted homes — a place where history, tragedy, and legend intertwine. Said to be haunted by the spirit of a young girl who died during a failed operation, the house has terrified residents and intrigued paranormal investigators for decades. From unexplained scratches and cold spots to chilling EVPs and televised ghost hunts, the Sallie House remains a mystery that blurs the line between fact and folklore — a reminder that some stories refuse to fade, and some spirits never rest. 11/3/2025

In today’s society, there are those who promote the culture of death with their words and deeds. No respect for life. No respect for the sanctity and dignity of life. However, there are others who are willing to take a stand and promote the culture of life to counter the disordered, unnatural moral order. Back in Pope Paul VI’s papacy, many dissented on various moral issues. One of them was sterilization. At that time, eugenic programs existed in the United States as a means for population control and combating poverty. Before going into the context of the Church’s clear, unequivocal stance on direct sterilization, the two means- vasectomies for males and tubal ligations for females- are direct sterilization procedures.

A woman is found dead in the East end. It’s dark out, and it’s only by the light of his lamp that the police constable can see that her throat has been cut and she has been disembowelled. Two other men, both of them cart-drivers, are already reporting the body to another policeman, and word spreads to a doctor, who examines the body to officially declare her dead, and to specify that she must have died only half an hour before being found. The knowledge is unsettling. Buck’s Row is known to be home to some of the rougher Englishmen, but the violence and cruelty of this murder is something they are not used to. The police force had only been formed fifty-nine years prior.

MEMORIS 8: Fire Upon the Haters Themes: Fire, destruction, end of world imagery. Condemnation of liars, manipulators, and selfish women. Judgement and purge. Call for protection of babies. Condemnation of vanity. Day of reckoning. Prophecy of wave and fire. Final curse-prayers.

I wrote “Comfort Is NOT a Right” because I feel like too many people in my generation are being taught to avoid discomfort instead of learning from it. Everywhere I look—especially online—it feels like people care more about staying comfortable than being honest. This piece is my way of pushing back against that idea. I wanted to remind people that real freedom means being okay with disagreement and uncomfortable conversations. Growth doesn’t come from silence; it comes from debate, challenge, and the courage to stand up for what you believe, even when it’s not popular.

In this post, I talk about something I’ve been thinking about a lot lately—the way patriotism is slowly fading, especially among young people. I wrote “The Anti-Patriotism Paradox” because I keep seeing how schools and media focus so much on America’s flaws that they forget to mention what makes this country great. I’m not saying America is perfect, but I think it’s important to remember our history, our freedoms, and the sacrifices that built this nation. This piece is my reminder that loving your country isn’t blind—it’s grateful.

{At the end of the road / Where do I go / Feeling so alone / With nobody to call home} a poem about what happens when one dies.

Progress beckons like a lover, lashes like a master, and haunts you like a ghost. Every step forward costs a piece of who you were before.

The poor man chases glimmers and schemes—fueling a cycle he can’t escape. Every click, coin, and chart just deepens the folly of the dream.

📰 By Palmetto Lyfe News Group “Your next flight could vanish—and no one’s telling you which one yet.”

“They offered her the spotlight — she chose peace instead.” Erika Kirk didn’t just turn down Jimmy Kimmel’s apology… she turned the power dynamic upside down.

Trigger warning in all of my writing, as it mostly happens when I am in my head and not in good space. Can possibly include SH themes.