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esskay
Hey hey. I'm Sasha.
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.

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Truth is, I'm not innocent. I'm just an abstinent fireplace that doesn't wanna feel the fire kindled between her legs anymore so don't mind the ashes. They're just evidence of how brightly I can glow and I wanna glow hard like one dim star on an otherwise starless night that shines just to prove its fidelity.

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  sexyback
Thursday, October 17, 2013 || 10:53 AM
I swear my God is so real. I've been feeling so incredibly uninspired lately. I don't write, I don't cook or bake, I barely ever take pictures, pretty much gave up on crafts, I've just felt stuck. As a result, I've been feeling this depression creeping up on me. The fact that I haven't been feeling well for the last few weeks has probably contributed to that but I honestly feel it's been coming on for some time. There's only one person who knows this because he's the only person who has reason to pay that close attention. And because I'm good at hiding things like this from even my closest friends, I can't really talk to them about it. They have their own shit to deal with, I don't need to add my shit to it too. Finally, last night, it really hit me. So I called the one person I could talk to about it and complained about what I called my "quarterlife crisis" and ranted about how uninspired I felt and how I just needed to get my sexy back. This is probably the nerdiest thing about me but I attribute my sexy to my life having purpose, not actually to the way I look. Because really, have you seen this face?? Anywhoo, after me ranting for quite some time (even my rant was lackluster) and him assuring me that I'm still sexy and I just needed to regroup and find some inspiration and even offering to be my muse (to which I had a hearty laugh), he said he would pray for me. I thanked him. And then we went to bed. When I woke this morning, again feeling like crap, I checked my email. And wouldn't you know it, I had two different (but both awesome) opportunities in my inbox. Because not only is my God real, He's a showoff. And somehow, I feel like He's just getting warmed up. I wanted to sit here and thank Him a million times. Because look how God can just show off in your life and UOENO!

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