| I never realised how much I used to want to be someone else. I wanted to have nicer hair, smoother body, wear louder makeup. I was never happy with the clothes I wore, the things I said or thought or did.
Today is different.
I have brightly coloured clothes.
I have nice hair.
I have a body that is mine and mine only and I love it - as it is under my control.
I have damn loud make up.
I say the wrong thing, and laugh myself silly over it.
I think weird or different things, and ask questions about it.
I do the wrong thing, apologize and move on.
I do the right thing and make people smile.
I do the right thing and make myself smile.
I am an entirely new person.
It is fantastic :D |
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| They were all online tonight.
It was a funny emotion, seeing all their names lined up neatly underneath eachother.
The young men who had hurt me, changed me, shaped me into the young woman I am today.
The girl who finally said enough, and made a change.
The girl with a crazy haircut, weird makeup.
The girl who realised that she IS worth it.
The girl who is still learning, but is learning damn fast.
The girl who smiled today, and will continue to smile tomorrow.
I'm strong.
Take that. |
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| Break ups suck even more When you're both in love With each other And you really have no reason to be breaking up at all Other than Several Hundred Thousand Miles oh. |
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I took this photo on a blue but slightly chilly day. I like it and thought I'd share it with you :) |
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| Thoughts flicker with a
Certain intensity
Distractions like light
Reflecting in a hangover curing
Cup of coffee In the sunlight
Her pale eyes
Ache.
Mascara droplets
Stain her chin
Unnoticed until
One might wipe them
Away? When darkness
Is her mind
The days slows down
Creaking with rusty joints. She oils them with salt. |
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