February 2012
7 posts
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By the end of this semester, I will have written...
No wonder I haven’t had any spare time to spend on here.
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“The most important thing in life is to learn how to give out love, and to let it...”
– Mitch Albom, Tuesdays With Morrie (via kimberlyjane)
There’s a point when you have to reevaluate all the things that you think you deserve. As a humans we always want to see ourselves as good people. We want to settle for nothing but the best, because its natural to assume that we are entitled to it. We all want to believe that our actions and words reflect our true intentions. But when the flaws begin to the surface it means its time to...
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January 2012
7 posts
There are times when words don’t seem to surface. Because words aren’t enough to suffice what your feeling. These are one of those moments.
Drafts beyond drafts waiting for their finale. Can’t seem to finish what I’ve started because my thoughts aren’t done with them just yet.
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6 plane rides and 4 airports later--I'm finally...
Super jet lagged—and I’m pretty sure I caught a cold on the flight home, but as exhausted as I am the whole trip was well worth it. The people, the food, the country, the culture..I just wished I saw more. I’m yearning for more of everything—and I think that’s how it should be.
My trip was everything and more I could have asked for. It’s what I’ve been...
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December 2011
9 posts
Pangs of green have been eating away at my ribs.
I need to be stripped of my good graces in order to bring the good back into perspective.
There’s a bit of cynicism that can be found on the outer corners of my lips. The taste has become a little more bitter these days.
The bite of winter hasn’t done me any good. There’s expectations that I’ve failed to meet. Underneath this sheath of skin are bruises waiting to surface..and there’s a lot of reluctance locked in with an under a tone of sarcasm in my...
Sundancer: I am not a visual giver. I am not a... →
erudess:
I am not a visual giver.
I am not a tangible teacher.
I am not the one who will make you taste what is
right from right or left from wrong.
I am not unique looking and my talents are not one-of-a-kind.
I stay in acceptance because I fit in a category.
Or do I?
Am I the one in bright yellow…
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November 2011
10 posts
Explain too much of ourselves, and the details will blur the reasoning. Running lives into disgrace, because of a need to justify. Begging on knees for acceptance will give you a penny of pity. But that’s just shameful.
Just understand that as long as you understand your ways then that’s all that matters. Run your mouth too much and your words will overshadow any effort in your...
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Calm.
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Words have been poured into my glass tonight and I drank till it filled my heart’s content..Overflowing my glass to fill this cavity that’s been sucked dry by emotions that I’ve refused to reckon with, from words I dared not to say. Quenching this inevitable thirst for words, replenishing a tongue left so stagnant. Reviving a spark inside me, because tonight I saw passion in the...
Let go and let God.
The world is rich..
and I’m feigning for a taste of it. I’ve been feeling stuck—not so much in a rut—more so—idle. In dire need of a change in scenery.
If all dates go through, my winterbreak will consist of long plane rides, and an adventure in a foreign homeland, physical ventures, and random play with familiar faces. It’ll be the first of my many adventures I’ll be...
You hear it in the back of my throat. You see it in my blatant stares.
“I don’t mind”
when I do..But I’m not one who lets it get the best of me. well not anymore. That’s just not my nature.
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again..I’ll never stand in front of his opportunities. Whatever they are.
So I’ll step aside for now, because he...
All will justify in time.
I can whole heartedly say I have tried my best and I’ve done what I could. And I’ll leave it at that. Disappointment won’t get me through the front door in the morning..but persistence always will.
Looking for pride in all the wrong places. Seeking affirmation from the wrong people. Sometimes, stopping to look back at how far you’ve come is just enough to keep you running forward.
Motivation isn’t found through searching, it must be hooked and anchored from within.
October 2011
12 posts
If I were stronger than my own emotions
would I still be standing in the same place I am today?
Body has officially shut down this weekend.
I’m bad at being sick. It’s hard for me to sit around and do nothing. I’m a restless soul—That being said..I’m dragging my finance book and financial calculator into bed with me.
If I’m lying down. It means I’m resting.
As I said..I’m bad at this.
It’s the devils hour and I can promise you that we’ve been up to no good.
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I am ready for love Would you please lend me your...
“I felt stuck in the bottom of a wishing well. I was desperate to shout what I...”
– The Hundred Secret Senses by Amy Tan (submitted via Confuzzzled)
Waking every morning with a blank slate. To carry on without a trail. Moving forward without ever having the need to look back.
“Shy away your need for sentiments and fanciful wishes…Life is simpler that way.”-Mom
She wanted to protect me. Its easier to take the world’s blows, when you’ve already been built in stone.
It’s not too late. Go back to the...
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“He who gives me everything, denies me everything.”
– (via breatheheavy)
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chelseababy:
Emanon, The Waiting Room
“ No...
September 2011
7 posts
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Thought I had an answer once But your random ways...
The foundation that she wears on her face weighs heavier than the foundations that built her up. She works so hard to primp, to prime, to gloss—Spraying the muskiest perfumes to hide that stench of regret. Heels high to keep herself above the rest..but her balance is nothing close to steady. She makes..for empty conversation. Like dust on your shoulder, her words carry no weight. It’s...
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awskii:
T-Pain ft Lily Allen & Wiz Khalifa -...
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Physical limits--emotional boundaries.
Fuck them.
And every time the school year starts I begin to feel myself conform. Construed into technicalities of formulas and theories. My energy begins to tunnel into automated systems and creativity in the form of imagination is greatly challenged. Even while dreaming I find myself going over financial and statistical problems. And I begin to find myself fighting. Scrambling for words and hording them...