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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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Thursday, January 9, 2014 || 12:48 AM
When I was younger, I loved reading romance novels. Not of the cheesy, Fabio variety but just normal people in relatively normal relationships. And one thing that always confused me was when these people would get into a fight and not want to speak to each other. In my mind, they clearly loved each other which meant that they were clearly perfect for each other. I always thought 'why do they fight? Kissing is probably the best thing you can do with your lips, why use them to argue? Why not just kiss and make up so that everything can be perfect again?' I was a lot more naive back then.One thing I didn't factor into the equation, the biggest thing probably, was pride. Pride can make you do things you wouldn't ordinarily do, say things you don't actually want to say and let someone walk away when it kills you to watch them leave. Pride can keep you from saying everything you want to shout. Nevermind that your feelings are perfectly valid, if for no other reason than they are yours. Pride can make you hold them in until it hurts. And you can't explain any of it. And none of it makes sense. But when you allow yourself to be vulnerable with another person, you give them a lot of power. And that is just another thing your pride won't allow. So instead, you become someone who keeps everything inside. And only when you're alone, in a dark room, in the middle of the night, will you allow yourself to let it out. To cry when no one else is looking. To sob into the silence and to wish things were different. I wish things were different. But the honest truth of it all is that the more things change, the more they stay the same. Labels: in real life, personals |