The older you get, the more you realize you need a handful of good, close, tight friends. It’s hard to tell you who has your back from who has it long enough just to stab you in it. You see, true friends are like diamonds – bright, beautiful, valuable, and always in style.
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I Know Places We Can Hide
There are some places in life where you can only go alone. Some steps that need to be taken alone. It’s the only way to really figure out where you need to go and who you need to be. Embrace the beauty of your solo journey.
Nude Awakening
“I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some
poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning,
middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the
moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to
happen next.
Delicious Ambiguity.”
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poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning,
middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the
moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to
happen next.
Delicious Ambiguity.”
Continue reading Nude Awakening
Lucky Strike
Today
I wondered why my eyelashes aren’t thick enough and why my feet aren’t
small enough. Then it hit me. Why do we take these insignificant things
like millimeters on lashes and shoe boxes and then try to fit ourselves
into those stupid molds? Why do I take the beauty that is me, and
measure it up to a shoe size? A length of hair on my eyes? Am I not the
more wonderful creation, far more great than those stupid things? Why do
we take ourselves and desecrate ourselves daily? Pushing ourselves into
cubicles because we think we are supposed to fit into them? Are we ice
cubes? And suddenly I just don’t understand the inadequacies anymore! Because they’re not even inadequacies, at all! I will laugh and be beautiful.
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I wondered why my eyelashes aren’t thick enough and why my feet aren’t
small enough. Then it hit me. Why do we take these insignificant things
like millimeters on lashes and shoe boxes and then try to fit ourselves
into those stupid molds? Why do I take the beauty that is me, and
measure it up to a shoe size? A length of hair on my eyes? Am I not the
more wonderful creation, far more great than those stupid things? Why do
we take ourselves and desecrate ourselves daily? Pushing ourselves into
cubicles because we think we are supposed to fit into them? Are we ice
cubes? And suddenly I just don’t understand the inadequacies anymore! Because they’re not even inadequacies, at all! I will laugh and be beautiful.
Continue reading Lucky Strike
How You Get The Girl
“Diamonds are held under tons and tons of pressure, extremely high
temperatures of fire and shuffled under shifting of tectonic plates, for
a long, long time! Yet when they come out from there and are put on
display for their beauty; does anybody stop to evaluate the diamond
based upon all the shit it’s been through and say “Remember that
disgusting hole it used to be in? I bet it was hell in there!” No,
people don’t remember where a diamond has come from; they just see the
beauty of it now. But it wouldn’t have become so beautiful, you know, if
not for all of that! So why should we look at other people, or at
ourselves and evaluate them/ourselves based upon their/our pasts?
Shouldn’t we forget that? And only see the beauty that is in front of
our eyes? Whatever it was, it made you beautiful! And that is what
matters!”
temperatures of fire and shuffled under shifting of tectonic plates, for
a long, long time! Yet when they come out from there and are put on
display for their beauty; does anybody stop to evaluate the diamond
based upon all the shit it’s been through and say “Remember that
disgusting hole it used to be in? I bet it was hell in there!” No,
people don’t remember where a diamond has come from; they just see the
beauty of it now. But it wouldn’t have become so beautiful, you know, if
not for all of that! So why should we look at other people, or at
ourselves and evaluate them/ourselves based upon their/our pasts?
Shouldn’t we forget that? And only see the beauty that is in front of
our eyes? Whatever it was, it made you beautiful! And that is what
matters!”
- C Joybell C