So today's #colorchallenge is #WednesdayYellow. So here are some, well, yellow works of art. (Aaaand by some I mean 9 of them, lol ;) ) Hope you steempunks like it, and if you do, upvote and I will

I just find it interesting that our culture (that of the U.S., in my case) puts so much emphasis on ambition and never giving up, and yet sometimes--very often--clinging is actually the source of your

The staples of our lives, nailed to the pillar of our selves. The parts of yourselves left behind. Like lost echoes. Small details. The person once living in those old familiar places. Now, never visited

Moving straight from the title: I mean, there are even different kinds of relationships between different members of a family: for example, many of my aunts hate each other for different reasons, and I

I have found myself wishing lately that my parents would have just told me I would live and die alone, because then I would believe that's normal, and therefore not feel lonely so much of the time. Next

Why is it so common for people to feel like "literally the worst person alive" (without any of the irony that "literally" might imply) on the most utterly paltry evidence? Maybe we're

Assume that life is selfish, a state of affairs to entertain the soul. Life, dreams, they are amusements to help pass the time. Let’s begin with unfamiliar bells that ring; their chime in the distance

We are a consortium of written consciousness. A collective point of view that spans many pages of the same book. We sit in different chairs at different coffee shops, offering creativity, positivity and