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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We Found Wonderland
You’ll learn, as you get older, that rules are made to be broken. Be
bold enough to live life on your terms, and never, ever apologize for
it. Go against the grain, refuse to conform, take the road less traveled
instead of the well-beaten path. Laugh in the face of adversity, and
leap before you look. Dance as though EVERYBODY is watching. March to
the beat of your own drum. And stubbornly refuse to fit in.
bold enough to live life on your terms, and never, ever apologize for
it. Go against the grain, refuse to conform, take the road less traveled
instead of the well-beaten path. Laugh in the face of adversity, and
leap before you look. Dance as though EVERYBODY is watching. March to
the beat of your own drum. And stubbornly refuse to fit in.
Stranger Than Fiction
I have heard it time and again: It’s good to have an end to journey towards; but we must not forget that it is the journey that matters… in the end. I’ve always been a person who operated on processes.
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.”
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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