"When your dreams turn to dust, vacuum." Musings of a confused 20-something year old. Hope you (yes, you) enjoy. With all my love.
See me for who I am and not who I appear to be.
You know, on the off chance that I get my hands on a women’s magazine nowadays I am able to see all the faults in this world. I see the ideas, the impressions, and the images that are fed to our girls. To all of us. This is what we are found to be worthy of. Lap dances and blowjobs. Sex stories and lipsticks. This is what we have come to. Women are no longer people. We no longer have dreams or values. We no longer live our own lives. We live to please. We live to satisfy. These magazines exist to tell women how to be, how to behave, and how to live. This is what we are found to be worthy of. Only suitable for the lessons of a man’s world. Well f*ck all of that. Stop selling an image that is unrealistic, unfathomable, and unworthy of our being. Stop idealizing something that we are not and something that we cannot be and start celebrating what we already are.
Worthy of More.
Inspiration. Oh, where did thou go?
"I sit here everyday and dream. Dream of a tomorrow. A tomorrow that never comes."
Soft kitty,Warm kitty,Little ball of fur.Happy kitty,Sleepy kitty,Purr, purr, purr.
Feeling so sad, but not knowing why.
We met so long ago. Never quite meshing. Treading the surface, that’s how I see it. Few exchanged pleasantries, but something more underlying deeply. Few hellos and goodbyes, but never our true expressions. Wish I could go back and change all that. You know, maybe try a little harder. Make you mine. But the times cannot be changed. We moved forward. Forward but separate; our different paths ensued. What remained are the hellos and the goodbyes. Nothing more.
Remind yourself everyday.