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Iâm learning to love the sound of my feet walking away from things not meant for me.
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Naomi Campbell, London, January 28, 1993Â - Ph. Anton Corbijn
ARTHUR RIMBAUD
Les illuminations. 1949
lithographs by F. Léger
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Itâs time to say goodbye.
Not moving. Not changing. Just growing.Â
Canât keep competing with someone Iâm not. Enough with self doubting, enough with not saying ânoâ.Â
Just taking a deep breath and trying my best to become who I want me to become -- to become who I NEED to become.Â
No more hiding in the shadows, trying to please everyone or saying all the nice shit people expect me to say just to seem nice lol. I havenât been that girl for ages and they didnât even realize it.Â
My dreams are mine to accomplish and mine to pursue and fuck you to whoever thinks that I wonât be able to get whatever I want simply because Iâm not a daughter of rich parents or because I wasnât lucky enough to get a rich ass boyfriend. Fuck that for real.Â
Iâm going to get that fucking house. Iâm going to decorate it with all this not essential decor that Iâm completely obsessed with and trust me when I say my fucking couch is going to be huge. Dreaming big, you think? Well, not big enough for me.
Going to go on that trip, going to buy all the shit I like and going to cook all the food I never got the patience to.Â
My Christmas tree is going to look nuts and my porch Is going to be filled with so many fucking decorated pumpkins that the whole neighborhood is going to be fed with a delicious homemade soup after Halloween is over.Â
And now letâs be honest: reading back everything I just wrote makes me sound like a brat ass bitch whoâs trying to conquer the world with no power at all but I mean, why not?