thoughts-of-el

[thoughts-of-el]

How Can I continue to exist? 🥺

°

°

My Sis and I... Bambi et El

[thoughts-of-el]

I'm really looking for friends y'all... Foreign, home, let's just talk about movies, books, ideas, poems and genuinely enjoy life ❤️🧬

[thoughts-of-el]

what do you when awesome story ideas just won't leave you alone?

I feel like Morpheus aka Sandman cursed me the way he did that guy that imprisoned Calliope

Or is Calliope just in love with me? Hmm 🤔

[thoughts-of-el]

Sorry I've been absent here...

I don't know why I am like this, it's not like I have something keeping me super busy

[thoughts-of-el]

I'm not asking for money, I can work... I'm a Freelancer, I wrote and design and draw.

I kinda need a second job if I'm gonna survive so feel free to hire me.

And those anonymous pips asking for me help, I need help just as much as u do too

I appreciate 🙏🏽

[thoughts-of-el]

Some scenes just give u chills ❄️🥶

[thoughts-of-el]

😂😂😂

When I read my works from 5 years ago 🥲🥲🥲... Just bury me already.

[thoughts-of-el]

It's not poetry

[thoughts-of-el]

Just seconds ago I saw a post that was so true. And of now I can't find it 😞

Something like,

If you do not write your novel you are to be cursed by seeing parts of it everywhere.

I have been writing for years. Different stories that climb in my head. I write their 1st chapter and then start over thinking I've got to get it to right 🤦🏻‍♀️ and I never do.

And I see my stories everywhere. Some new inspiration that pops out of nowhere. And then it all begins again.

[thoughts-of-el]

Everything seems to be happening, except me 😞😿

[thoughts-of-el]

I see pictures like these on Pinterest 📍 and suddenly my brain 🧠 drops everything and creates a new timeline that keeps clashing with the other 50+ timelines I'm still writing 😭

Now I have the multiverse stuck in my head🪖 Help!

[thoughts-of-el]

My Sweet Lady Jane Ari ❣️

I was messing around trying to rhyme cos most of my poems are just free writing (This one too 😂)

But I like the poem I wrote:

THE SWEET LADY JANE ARI

How about I tell you a story

Have you heard of this girl named Jane Ari

She was said to be born in January

For someone whose parents were so hairy

Her skin was fair and smooth like a fairy

She would often write in her diary

About her dreams, hopes and the man she would love to marry

Her beauty was far from ordinary

She had a line of suitors to parry

Because none of them was the man she would love to marry

Years went by but she remained stationary

Till a certain man stole her heart, he goes by the name of Harry

Their time together was fun and oh so merry

But alas on her birthday that January

A corpse was found by the roadside and the cops identified her as the lady Jane Ari

It turns out that the man she would love to marry

Was the serial killer Hunter, whose real name was Harry

She was buried that January

And on her gravestone wrote, “Here lies the sweet lady Jane Ari ”

What was the point of this story?

To remind you how life can be, so don't force your expectations or you'll be sorry

Rest well my sweet lady Jane Ari.

© Thoughts Of El

[thoughts-of-el]

[thoughts-of-el]

Emotions were meant to be felt... That's the only way 🪻

[thoughts-of-el]

Is that too much to ask?

[thoughts-of-el]

I was messing around trying to rhyme cos most of my poems are just free writing (This one too 😂)

But I like the poem I wrote:

THE SWEET LADY JANE ARI

How about I tell you a story

Have you heard of this girl named Jane Ari

She was said to be born in January

For someone whose parents were so hairy

Her skin was fair and smooth like a fairy

She would often write in her diary

About her dreams, hopes and the man she would love to marry

Her beauty was far from ordinary

She had a line of suitors to parry

Because none of them was the man she would love to marry

Years went by but she remained stationary

Till a certain man stole her heart, he goes by the name of Harry

Their time together was fun and oh so merry

But alas on her birthday that January

A corpse was found by the roadside and the cops identified her as the lady Jane Ari

It turns out that the man she would love to marry

Was the serial killer Hunter, whose real name was Harry

She was buried that January

And on her gravestone wrote, “Here lies the sweet lady Jane Ari ”

What was the point of this story?

To remind you how life can be, so don't force your expectations or you'll be sorry

Rest well my sweet lady Jane Ari.

© Thoughts Of El

[thoughts-of-el]

I really need a remote writing job

Maybe just any remote job