You haven’t seen strength until you witness a woman who continues on after being hurt, smiles after being hurt and still remains hopeful even though at times it hurts. You almost can’t tell that she’s in pain because the way she wears her smile from day to day is symbolic of the strength that only lives within a Queen. You have not seen real strength until you’ve seen her.
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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.
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Swing Out Sister
It’s been a week long absence from posting because 1.) schedule has been
off the hook and 2.) there was no internet at home, my mom managed to
survive through my ordeal
by getting my postpaid tattoo and I consumed too much data and as per
the Fair Usage Policy, I was using up too much bandwidth that my
internet had to be slower to give a chance to others.
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off the hook and 2.) there was no internet at home, my mom managed to
survive through my ordeal
by getting my postpaid tattoo and I consumed too much data and as per
the Fair Usage Policy, I was using up too much bandwidth that my
internet had to be slower to give a chance to others.
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Neon Autumn
We are entering the Dark Ages, my friend, but this time there were will be lots of neon, and screen savers, and street lighting.
Edward St. Aubyn, Lost For Words