Art or revolution!

Wish I could know how to structure these feelings into words. I hold my fastest-moving pen and a strong intent to get to the core of this. I know when I get these kinds of moods I like to isolate myself from the world, until I “figure it out” – which I understand is a […]

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The Lovely Messiness of Living

And so I sat there, pretending to know everything that’s going around, pretending that I’m in control, indulging in the lies of perfection that I found pretty and assuring. Until I suddenly started actually seeing. Seeing the stains of my old backpack, the stack of clothes still left to give away, the dirty make-up and […]

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