When I can't pray, I hope -There's someone out there with warm memories of me,Thinking good thoughts, speaking good thingsDreaming sweet dreams about me.When I can't pray, I hope -There's someone out there falling in love with the same moonAnd in her phases she grows and becomes fullIn her brokeness, in the darkness, with a... Continue Reading →
I believed in my dream and in myself.
For the most part, whenever I was in that creative zone, in my element, I ceased being just the weird girl in the corner and I morphed into something more, something weirder – a goddess.
Writing about sex and getting paid to do it
Where the lines of fantasy and reality blur…
Purely curvy & delightfully voluptuous
Conjured by Sarah Doughty
Musings of an alcoholic writer
Inside the Muse's Purse 