Life is filled with choices. We make decisions every day. We try to find communities and ourselves in everything that we do. Society is about labels and beliefs. What we enjoy, what we consume, what we don’t like, and many more.
I always appreciated that people are different and not all the same. For example I love technology and the growth & innovation within it, but I necessarily dont talk about it on the regular because I am around a ton of fashion and lifestyle type people, that cares about fashion and health. But still they are my best friends. They don’t have to love what I love and still support me, and I don’t have to be in their community to know they are a good person and have their own ideas.
I say that to say, don’t be afraid to talk to new people and share your thoughts, ideas, and works with them. It makes the world bigger and more fuller, when we do.
Most women who are in love with make-up, wears a face.
#irl “in real life things are different.” “online you can be whoever you want. you can be fake or real” social media, depression, fear, personality, reality, hardship, fake, antisocial, anxiety Ep.1 | Ep.2 | Ep.3 | Ep.4 | Ep.5 | Ep.6 | Ep.7 | Ep.8
as i climb to get to you, you are not too far, always in reach, i can hear your heart, preach after preach, how we can be, anything we want to be, it’s me, it’s you, to the top, just to see the view.
“love poems – a love story is a series of love poems written to capture the art of love and all the beauty and chaos that comes with it. follow the story…”
The bucket list of just do it… Create your own opportunities… You might have to wait, Even show up to the gate, Late, Waiting, Holding on tight to the handle, Ready to twist, But the entrance ain’t ready, For you just yet, For the presence, In how you are going to enter, Others may not know how to accept, But are we waiting for them, Nope, We going to step in how we want to, Flashing whatever we want to, It don’t even matter if they see, I see me, And seeing how I got in and there, Is only a concern for myself, I created my angle, Developed and sketched, And the masterpiece, Is whatever it is, I walk in with.
It’s been 20 days since my last confession, I have the impression, That I suck, Or I am just going through stuff, Let’s buff this out, Let’s change things around, No more ghost, I hope, Nope, It’s a go, No foe, But one’s self, Being locked away too many times, I am my own jail, So I am breaking free, Letting it be, I am going to do me, Before I scream.
