Inner Reader

Hooked on pages

The story inside

World within

Teleportation

Printed beauty

Escapism first

Cover to cover

Transportation

Sentences flow

Paragraphs born

Coming together

Exhilaration

Adventure Time

This may be news to some of you, but I am an absolute sucker for cartoons; whether they’re made for children or adults. I’m a 26 year old, I swear 😉 but Adventure Time always holds a special place in my quirky little heart. It kept me company for a long time when I was at my most unwell. It cheered me up on my lower days. It made my imagination even more vivid + wild. And for that, I’m incredibly thankful. So here’s my current (and very colourful) collection of AT graphic novels/comics

Is there a particular TV show or film that is extra special to you? If so, what it is and why? ☺️ I’d love to hear from you guys!!

Adventure time, c’mon grab your friends… ❤️

Adapt

The birds that sing overhead

Insects scuttle underfoot

Fish in the waves, riverbeds too

The life that lives where it can.

Adaptable, making the most of it

They find a way to thrive

Not all but some it must be known

Do proudly soldier on.

Humans as well do this at times

Surviving, taking each day as it comes

For tomorrow is a bright beginning

The chance for life anew

Freestyle #2

We see the world the way we want

Rose-tinted glasses or the skeptics shades

Optimist, pessimist and realist alike

Perceive and analyse, fitting their views

Good or evil, grey area morals

Ethics for some but foreign to others

Perhaps our realities aren’t the same

Parallel but never to entwine

Marching onwards in shared time

But never sharing the who, what or why

Bring the right thing

Some people bring the sunshine

Others bring the rain

Some people bring both at once

The joy and the pain

Some people want what’s best

For you and all their kin

Others only see themselves

Their selfishness kicks in

What is it that you bring

To other people’s lives

Sunshine full of kindness

Or rain that drives and drives?

Bookworm Q&A

Just a little light-hearted, book related post for this Sunday evening…

*DISCLAIMER* I’m not shaming anyone who enjoys any of the authors or books mentioned. Everyone has their own taste and that’s what makes the world such an interesting place.

BOOK I DISLIKE: The Boy in the Attic by David Malone

BOOK I LOVE: Salem’s Lot by Stephen King

BOOK I THINK IS OVERRATED: Pride and Prejudice, To Kill a Mockingbird, Twilight…

BOOK I THINK IS UNDERRATED: Ritual by David Pinner. Almost unheard of but a fantastic read

BOOK I COULD READ ON REPEAT: Anything by Edgar Allan Poe, especially The Raven

BOOK THAT MADE ME FALL IN LOVE WITH READING: The Jiggy McCue series by Michael Lawrence + The Measle Stubbs series by Ian Ogilvy

BOOK THAT CHANGED MY LIFE: Lord of the Flies by William Golding

GUILTY PLEASURE: I don’t feel remotely guilty about anything I read or have read and neither should you

MORBID CURIOSITY GENRES: Basically anything about the Holocaust, concentration camps etc. Also true crime, especially serial killers like Jack the Ripper

BOOK I SHOULD HAVE READ BY NOW BUT HAVEN’T: Lord of the Rings by JRR Tolkien. I have the trilogy in one HUGE book but find it so daunting, even though I know it contains 3 books!

LONGEST READ: My paperback copy of It by Stephen King was over 1,300 pages and it’s still the longest book I’ve read to date

BOOKS CURRENTLY OWNED: According to my Goodreads account, it’s 161, which is predominantly made up of my ‘to be read’ collection

BOOKS READ SO FAR THIS YEAR: 34 and almost halfway through number 35. My goal for the whole year is 70 so I’m pretty chuffed with my progress so far

Clouds of Cotton Wool

Sublime sunshine

Clouds of cotton wool

Glorious brightness

It’s all so wonderful

Streaming through glass

Lights up my day

Even when sofa-bound

It comes to say hey

Colours of blue

Green of the grass

Beautiful weather

Let’s hope it won’t pass

The Dark

Something creeps, unseen and unheard.

It lurks in the corner, not saying a word.

Maybe it’s waiting, biding it’s time.

Or maybe there is no reason or even no rhyme.

Blankly it sits, emotionless air.

What is it? What are you? Why are you there?

The dark does not speak, react or reply.

It simply exists, alone, and unable to die.

But wait, something is stirring.

Deep inside, the dark is whirring.

Silent movement, it leaves its place.

A discovery is made; the dark has a face.

Teeth not human, eyes glowing white.

Blood on its mind, eager for the fight.

It’s right there behind you, but you mustn’t scream.

The dark has chosen you, and this is not a dream.