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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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Saturday, August 4, 2012 || 7:20 PM
I'm trying to keep a promise I made to a friend. Because unlike the vast amount of lames currently populating the rock we live on, I take the P word seriously. Even more so than the L word and I've only been in lesbians twice. I sincerely hope someone sees what I did there, if for nothing more than the pure satisfaction that I have freaking awesome readers. But I digress.I thought I knew where I was going with this one. Now, I'm not entirely sure. I feel like I'm having an Alysia moment, lying in bed naked, not trying to be sexy, just trying to remember what it feels like to be me. Earlier this Summer, on my vacation to VA Beach, my little cousins asked me who I think my spiritual animal is and I didn't know how to answer that but I feel like it's Alysia. The way she can turn a phrase is amazing. Watching her use her words, letting them roll off her tongue like the flame of a million fires licking at your bare skin, burning while you watch...once you've heard them, you can never forget them. I wish my words could be so powerful to render someone completely speechless... And in this new found understanding without eyes or ears or hands or lips, our bare bones will make love in the dirt, never knowing our nakedness. ...to make someone feel like they loved you once and all they want to do is love you again, everyday. And everyday after that. When you arrive home, you will greet the mirror like a criminal in a line up with premeditated sins, armed with brass knuckles and all the good intentions buried far beneath the rap sheet. ...to make someone want to make a good change in their life without also judging the life that they're already living. Words are more powerful than we give them credit for. The can't be unheard and they can't be taken back and depending on who they're coming from, sometimes they can't be forgotten. I still don't know where I'm going with this and now I'm just freeballing it out here...in more ways than one. No? *Sits* I'm sorry I'm having a shitty day and my attention is shorter than usual. When I figure out what the rest of this was supposed to be, you folks will be the first to know Labels: anomaly, babble and rant |