Nonfiction

We need Marianne Williamson to be the next president of the United States. 

If not now, When? 

pt 1 is here
happy late halloween everyone! i meant to post this yesterday and then didn't and then i had no electricity most of this morning, so here it finally is! spooky story from my trip to ireland a few years ago. 

Perfect Day

It was raining.
My feet were getting wet, slowly at first, but that type of thing always accelrates in the most annoying, unnoticable way.

I feel alive when I can feel the wind blowing through my hair. When I can hear the birds chirping and the streams running. I feel alive when I see all the leaves changing color around me, a way of nature telling us that winter is on its way.

I feel alive when I'm riding my horse. That feeling when there is nothing in my way. Nothing holding me back. The cold breeze against my face as we run through an open field. The smell of horse filling the air.

Electricity is one of the most important resources from the 18th century until the present. Electricity is essential to modern life nowadays.

I feel alive when I walk outside in fall. When brightly colored leaves are falling all around me as the wind picks up. I feel alive when leaves crunch under my feet and I can smell the cold.

Hey peeps, just wanna say I’m reeally behind on alla my inktober stuff, so I’ll try my best to post a few every once an’ a while.

It all started one night at a friend’s house. We were talking at dinner and his parents said there was a mountain biking team in Norwich. So I said that I wanted to try it. So I talked to my parents and they said that I could do it.