Animalism قصص

Esto es la continuación de mi vida cuando empecé a empatizar con los animales y vi el sufrimiento y maltrato que había detrás. Creo que fue una de las peores épocas de mi vida y en esta historia os lo quiero explicar todo.

My spiritual journey isn't like most. I didn't grow up in a religious upbringing. My mom is atheist and my dad is agnostic and yet I grow up to be very spiritual with my spiritual believes forever changing as I aged and grow up into the woman I am today. This is my spiritual journey.

INJOY REDING

Emptiness. It's a common feeling when you are cuffed by yourself, a burden on those you love. My family is fraying as the threads come loose; I leave to the edge of the world where the blue meets the gold, my safe haven. You wouldn't know the noises - the peculiar noises tearing at your eardrum, pulling your feet towards those beautiful sounds- unique harmonies protruding from the usual chirrup. The disconcerting noises, strange and beautiful. I loved the bird from which the syrinx produced the melodious tune, luring me to the hollow depths from where sailors meet their beautiful end. The beautiful bird, golden feathers soft as the warmth they emitted, my bird, my emptiness replaced. Why would the comfort of the sand beneath your bare feet be stolen from you like a plank from which you dive when you enjoy the noises...

Old Major has passed on and watches over the farm in the afterlife. This is a journal recording his thoughts, exposing scandals and showing readers some of the true meanings hiding behind George Orwell's Animal Farm. A kind of analysis or cliff-notes type piece, but from our dear old pig's point of view. :) I didn't end up finishing this..... but enjoy the parts that are finished :3 P.S. this was published under my previous account, I have simply moved it to this account

Naranasan mo na bang masaktan, magselos, at magalit sa isang lalaki na alam mo namang WALANG KAYO? WALANG LABEL, WALANG KARAPATAN SA ISA'T ISA.