Rebelle Society

Listen to the Call of Your Heart and Follow Your Passions.

You are a seeker of something, although you’re not sure what yet. You chase love like it’s a drug. Drinking in its sensations and melting into those first kisses, those passionate embraces, but none of them quenching the thirst. Dissatisfaction and boredom follow you like hungry wolves at your heels.

world

Let’s Help Her & Be A Part Of A Story We Never Want To End.

We stand at the riverbank, our toes touching the water, our reflections looking up at us. We can swim upstream towards wholeness or float passively towards destruction. In fact, our humanity hinges on this very decision. Our reluctance or eagerness to answer the call of the Hero’s Journey ...

Choose Love In All Its Unfiltered Ways.

By Kristin Diversi

troublemakers

Replace ‘It Gets Better With Time’ With ‘This Sucks.’

Because time is just a reminder of all the days ahead that she won’t be here. All the days ahead that I will miss her more. Instead, tell me that you know it sucks. Because it does. That’s the truth. This sucks. Plain and simple. This is awful and horrible and heartbreaking. I need you to ...

Safety’s Murder. {poetry}

Throwing her over bridges like a withered flower, she who imprisons us with her stranglehold, dries up our proud destinies, tears our most precious buds even before spring, I’m mad at her today.

world

New Answers Are Found In The Questions We Haven’t Asked Yet.

By Kelley White

wisdom

Being Raw & Vulnerable With The Wolf At The Door.

Courage moves through the chaos, one steady step at a time. Your heartache is like a free fall. You can scramble to fill the void, grabbing for whatever fix you can to numb the jagged edges. You can also persevere with quiet dignity. In every moment there are choices, even in survival mode.

troublemakers

7 Insane Keys To Practical Magic.

Let go. Love it all. Trust it all. Let yourself assume and know and remember that your most gorgeous dreams are already true. Feel the mad exhilaration and fulfillment of that.

Dancing In The Dark: Co-opting The Lyrics Of A Song To Rewrite My Grief Story.

By Claire Coghlan

fiction

The Transformation Of Amy Lunaro: Chapter Twenty Five. {fiction}

Jack Fletcher had walked in in his big red flannel jacket, and he wasn’t alone. He was holding a thin shiny blond girl’s hand whom Amy recognized from that awkward morning at Yoga. He nodded at Danny, but his eyes moved right over Amy, like she wasn’t even there.

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