Mind of a J

Ugly, vile, horrifying, repulsive, Awful, nasty, terrible, unattractive, Gross, weird, dreadful, creepy, Slag, messy, unnatural, slut Change. Gorgeous, pretty, beautiful, fine, Handsome, elegant, wonderful, sexy, Cute, attractive, perfect, precious, Fancy, adorable, heavenly, dazzling Why do we have to change?

Don't need 140 characters Don't want emoji's and gif's Don't need flaw masking filters Don't want a digital face-lift I want someone to hold I need a shoulder to cry on I want not to be told We need to talk

Ben Jonson (1572 – 1637): “Shakespeare was not of an age but for all time” . Okay let me preface this by saying, I’m not trying to force my opinion on anyone and I understand if people just simply don’t like Shakespeare, that’s fine by me, obviously people can have their own opinion and I respect that. This rant is based on a few articles I’ve recently read and a general thought that I’ve seen going around lately; should Shakespeare be taught in the classroom? Shakespeare is one of my favourite writers in both poetry and plays alike; I believe that all his works are timeless masterpieces. His work includes enduring themes in the arts such as Love, Betrayal, Death (a large amount of that) and his work was extremely revolutionary for his time also dealing with issues such as Racism and Gender fluidity. These themes are obviously still relevant today completely disregarding the argument that “Shakespeare is outdated” or “His works are no longer relevant to modern day”. Furth

A mixture of crimson with an earthy hue formed into neat puddles inside almost artistic cracks throughout the land. Each small carving was slowly swallowed up by the rainfall that curses these parts constantly; however, this only seemed to dilute the blend spreading it further along the lonesome footpath. The eclipsed sky was bursting with an abundance of spotted lights drifting endlessly without aim or consequence. Between these little pockets of purity, nothing seemed to matter. There were no alliances that needed to be kept, no friendships begging to be respected, and with no difference seen between the souls of the wicked and that of the divine. The full moon shone new light over what had previously been hidden, and creatures darted from one miniature piece of woodland to the next, seeking shelter from the unforgiving storm. Kind animals hopped from one natural umbrella to another managing to hide their innocence and majesty. This small snapshot of the world reminded him more of t