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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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12/8 festival of life
12/11 volez voguez voyagez
12/19 date night
12/23 christmas adam


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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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  the loneliest number
Tuesday, February 4, 2014 || 1:04 PM
There will come a time in your life (if it hasn't come already) when society will tell you it is absolutely unacceptable for you to be single. And if you're a woman, forget about it. They'll say that something must be wrong with you if you're this old and still single. I keep wondering why people talk about being single like it's a disease. You could be on a team of doctors that just found the cure to Cancer and in the worlds eyes, you still ain't shit because you have no significant other to validate your existence. That kind of thinking really confuses me. But that might be because I have self esteem falling out of my butt and therefore don't feel like I'm merely half of something greater that I have yet to find. I love myself entirely too much too feel like my existence doesn't mean anything without someone else. I'm flawless, not because Beyonce said it but because God made me in His image. That's not something I'm likely to forget. Now don't misunderstand me. I'm not one of those "I don't need a man" neck-rolling finger-snapping women. I just enjoy feminism of the Beyonce variety. Because she's a woman who loves her man but knows she's the shit with or without him. My point is this: life is wonderful and having someone to share it with is even better. But the world will not end if you don't have that. It's weird for me to realize that there are really people, amazing people at that, who feel like their life is meaningless if they're not with someone, even if that person is entirely wrong for them. And I guess it's a weird thought for me because it's something I could never understand or identify with. I can do bad all by myself. So I'd rather be happy by myself than miserable with someone else. And the only way to be happy by yourself is to love yourself. So love yourselves. It's way easier than feeling insignificant or putting up with the bullshit of someone who doesn't even deserve you. It's also the best thing you'll ever do, I guarantee it.

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