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esskay
Digital storyteller, Photographic narrator, Hogwarts alum. In real life, I write things. I speak fluent sarcasm. I'm unintentionally funny. My favorite thing is food. Guac is life. I'm a fountain of the most random information. I'm pretty, only because it's weird to call oneself beautiful. I'm weird in all the good ways. I live in the greatest city on Earth. I was Sasha before Beyonce was schizophrenic. My life is stranger than fiction. But please, don't take my word for it. My pen is mightier than my sword. Instagram
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Friday, July 20, 2012 || 8:52 PM
You ever think you're irritated about something but you're not entirely sure, and then the more you think about it, the more it irritates you? This is what's currently happening in my brain. So just expect my next post to be an irritated rant-like thing or a funny explanation about how I'm losing my marbles. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
For now, lets just say I still have writer's block. Since I can think of no beautiful words to write at the moment, I figured I'd share someone else's. So this is one of my favorite poems by my favorite poet, Alysia Harris and I hope you guys enjoy it because...I got nothing. *shrug*
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