“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
“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… — Shannon M Mullen Copy Share Image
“My mind feels like a race car on the track, getting faster and faster every time I pause to think or blink or try… — Shannon M Mullen Copy Share Image
“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
