“A bus drives past and I’m nauseated by a whiff of exhaust. Then rotting fish. The rancid stench of sewage. Is it garbage day? I’m trapped in the pungent fog, in the dreary suburban-style shops, the rat race of city… — Shannon M Mullen Copy Share Image
“We’re lost in each other, in the heart of Toronto, slow dancing to nothing but the beat of my heart and the sound of her breath on my neck. I know the subway trains are trembling beneath my feet and… — Shannon M Mullen Copy Share Image
“Due to their short bloom time, Sakura blossoms are a metaphor for life itself: beautiful yet fleeting. You’ll realize when you’re as old as… — Shannon M Mullen Copy Share Image
“Just as I’m about to continue walking along the shoreline, the left third of the iceberg breaks off suddenly and crashes violently, like a high-rise apartment building imploding in the heart of the city. Tears roll down my face uncontrollably as I watch the two distinct halves of the iceberg drift further and further apart from each other. It’s devastating… — Shannon M Mullen Copy Share
“My mind feels like a race car on the track, getting faster and faster every time I pause to think or blink or try to focus on anything. Nothing can keep up to it, not the other cars, not my body, not anyone else in the bar. It’s a rush, pure exhilaration, and I’m having the time of my life.… — Shannon M Mullen Copy Share
“Maybe love’s more than the daily comforts: more than morning coffees and flowers and notes in my lunch bag and holding hands while watching… — Shannon M Mullen Copy Share Image
“Sometimes you have to fight for the past and sometimes you have to let go.” — Shannon M Mullen Copy Share Image
“I guess love distorts our perception of reality, and it’s even harder to recognize the truth when it’s buried underneath layers of what we… — Shannon M Mullen Copy Share Image
“That’s what mountains do, they taunt you, lure you to the freedom of the wilderness, and it is fucking exhilarating.” — Shannon M Mullen Copy Share Image
