Top Finds of the Month – July 2018

I’ve finally discovered how best I can explore WordPress, and find unique and interesting writers in blogs and comments across the site.

With that, has come some incredible, and insightful finds, that I would like best to share with you in the form of monthly top finds. Rather than re-blog these on my own site, I believe you should share and give credit to the authors in their totality, and so I’ve linked to them here instead.

Their topics will be varied, and so I have done my best to provide a rough synopsis, so that you may determine best whether you would be interested in said blog.

They share no order – they are even mixed up randomly as to when I chronologically found them to ensure no preference.

Hope you enjoy.

BlueIsMyColorWorld :

https://iblueismycolorworld.wordpress.com/2018/06/13/how-would-you-know/

An expression on why it’s important to reach out to others – as you never know when someone might need you most. Why it’s important to ensure those important to us, stay with us, even as our paths diverge.

Mister Badger/ There Could Be Badgers : 

https://therecouldbebadgers.wordpress.com/2018/07/07/this-is-the-way-of-the-world-introduction/

A short introduction on defining a rule set to ontology; the study on the nature of “being”. It sets out a good example of future articles that may come surrounding this topic, doing its best to outline the concept, and provide an insight as to why the author feels its a subject to be discussed.

Fauxcroft :

https://fauxcroft.com/2018/07/07/love-affords-no-judgement/

A short poem/musing on the meaning of love, its purity, and the potential of it. Line by line this poem seems divine, capturing its innocence and its unwavering strength all at once.

Weaponless Warrior :

https://vibhuhelllo.wordpress.com/2018/07/08/im-just-a-pot-of-different-material-kept-on-a-wrong-shelf/

This piece represented that feeling of being the odd one out. What’s more, being so different you don’t meet the same standards. We’ve all felt that feeling. As though we could be “found out” at any moment, that we don’t belong. A very well put together piece, regardless of whether you agree with the sentiment.

Alora : 

https://thehappyhapablog.wordpress.com/2018/07/08/i-dont%E2%80%8B-belong-here%E2%80%8B/

Arguably as expressive as asking for help can be. It’s ironically very difficult to explain to another the reasons by which you feel sad, unwanted, alone, or melancholy. This very coherently explains someones journey to understanding her own brothers depression, when she discovers it herself.

Healthy Strawberry :

https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/107701604/posts/3361

It would be a wonderful thing to be able to reach to yourself in the past, and have them see that everything will be okay. A moment in time where you needed help the most, and no one else but a healthy and happy future you would do. This discusses that idea.

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Shorts: Smiling for a reason.

You’re smiling. Why are you smiling?

A long time has passed, although for all you know, it could’ve been the passing of some moments. You don’t look at your phone, or to the windows, and the sound of the clock has disappeared. Minutes and hours flow past, like tiny brittle rock slipped into a gentle stream, the underbelly of the little rock coursing against the river floor. It too will travel with turbulence, to a place of rest, where it needs to be.

Light fills the room, although not so much as to cause you to look away from the source. Feet are intertwined hanging off the edge of the bed. The two bodies look merged into one from under cover.

By the pillows, her nose is tucked into your shoulder, under the warmth of the sheets. Her cheeks tingle at the softness against her face. The covers bring a comfort, surpassed only by the press of her body along the length of yours. She pulls herself close to you in small motions, like tide lines on the sand. Her skin warms yours, although she clings to you for the heat, and something more.

Her hand rests, fingers splayed out across your chest, lovingly scratching at your skin. She looks at you now and then, hoping to catch your eye; but her beauty is so stark, you cannot hold a gaze for long. When she does not catch your look, she smiles into your chest instead. Occasionally, she lets out a long satisfied sigh as she does it.

Her hair smells sublime. But of nothing you can identify. Your fingers scratch lightly against the small of her back, and your hand smooths out across her body, feeling every groove. You mark them in your memory. You focus on things to remember later; because you can think of no place where you’d find greater joy and comfort. Its your happy place, the place you’ll return to when you need it most. You pull her closer, or hypothetically you do, for there is no closer you could be now. As your fingers run through her hair, you lie and think how thankful you are, that she’s there.

Suddenly you realise the room was never that bright, you were tricked by the ethereal glow that seems to follow her. She has a habit of accidentally tricking you with that.

At some point, she pulls her body to you even more tightly; and as her breasts press against your side, you take a breath, and you sigh.

She looks up and you, with those amazing eyes, entirely piercing and completely vulnerable all at once. She asks you, in almost a whisper, “What’re you smiling at?” with a cheeky grin. She bites her lip and rolls her tongue over the front of her teeth, waiting for the response.

You return the pearly whites, “Nothing.”, you say. But you know fine well you’re smiling for a reason.

You’re happy. You’re so happy. You’re in love.

And that’s all there is to it.