lavender-blurbs

What Love Used to Be

In my past I have experienced loves that I shouldn't have, but loves that made me into the person I am today. Below are two small blurbs, along with a sketch th...

Be safe, don’t be stupid, don’t be me

In my introduceyourself post, I mentioned how I was going to kick my account off by blogging my upcoming trip to Thailand. Long story short, I spent two days fl...

The Dying Gift

I grew up with my mother being a florist, and I am not sure why, but for some reason cut flowers always made me a little bit sad. I have always preferred potted...

Silent Conversations

Here is a photo of my love and I in Thailand. The piece below is written about those tender silent moments that exist between two people who care about each oth...

Heartbreak and Healing

The poem I wrote below about scars left by an old heartbreak. Even though it may feel like it will never get better, one day you will get on like they never mea...

Silent Dreams

Sometimes I yearn to climb inside myself inside my daydreams To build a nest within their depths their serenity To curl up next to all the things I had wished t...

This is Me: Poetry, Art, Nature

Hello fellow Steemit users! I am Bri, a 22 year old criminology student/amateur poet living in Vancouver. In my spare time I am passionate about writing, drawin...