by Ricky | Jun 29, 2015 | This is My Life
This was me in kindergarten, dressed in my tiny school uniform. I didn’t know at the time, but I was already standing my ground, waiting for the obstacles ahead… unafraid. Aunt Clara used to love correcting my homework. It always ended in an argument when I yelled...
by Ricky | Jun 28, 2015 | Prose
One of the biggest misconceptions in this day and age is the meaning of humility. What the majority fail to understand is that it has nothing to do with putting ourselves down to lift others up. Instead, it has everything to do with taking ourselves out of the...
by Ricky | Jun 25, 2015 | Duchenne
No. I can’t masturbate. It isn’t something that “inspirational” cripples publicly announce when they’re expected to act a certain way, while fearing women might think them asexual. Then again, I never gave a damn about what anyone thought. Sometimes I catch myself...
by Ricky | Jun 24, 2015 | Letter Box
Dear Women, There’s something I wanted to say for the longest time. Can you keep a secret? Because the truth is (and it might sound corny), you saved my life. You see it was only some years ago that my health began going downhill. As the issues kept accumulating, I...
by Ricky | Jun 23, 2015 | Romance, or Lack Thereof
I love when girls are hot. I love how warmth softly caresses her cheeks as the glowing pink clouds of early summer evenings, kissed by the lingering traces of a sunset. I love the way her hair embraces her forehead like honey on a honeycomb, how she takes a deep...
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