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11 Years
From today on I’ve lived more of my life without my dad than with him. I can’t say that out loud, but I felt the need to mark it somehow. Eleven years has felt like a lifetime, I’ve become who I am without my dad, I don’t know who I’d be with him in my life. Instead there’s just this hole, this hole that I have this relationship with but am always wondering about. The whole which I hate and wish…
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We exist.. because of sex. It’s not something to be afraid of. It’s something to honor. To enjoy.
Sense8: A Christmas Special (2016)
AHHH. I love babies.
Are you kidding me?
The otter one…😭😭😭
Reflections on who I have become
Reflections on who I have become
Last night I got a message from my ex, Two days before I realised I didn’t know him anymore, The nostalgia of the relationship nearly got me to reply, But I’m not going to go there this time. The path of my life seemed so clear, The people would all stay there, In reality I have changed in all ways, All but those I expected. I don’t like to plan for the future anymore, Finding freedom in…
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My place
At 21 I feel very much in search of my own place. Life as a student is like living in a venn diagram: you exist in two different places, almost simultaneously yet the places shape you automatically. My place at home is with my mum, in my childhood bed, the house I grew up in and the town I know so well. The more I’m away from this place, the more it feels mine. Its not somewhere that feels like…
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Dear Carlisle
You’re a quiet little city, That seems to be my thing now. You’re full of history and nature, New meets old can be confusing. You have the cold and the rain, Northern landmarks you’ve made sure I know. You don’t have a very exciting town centre, I sometimes want to get away to the big city shopping. Most of the people I live with hate it here, Small city life kind of suits me. You came alive…
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Underneath
Here are my deepest thoughts, The ones reserved only for me. Here are my fears, my worries, No one else really gets to see. Here is what I feel, how I really think, The words pour out when I need it. Here are the parts of me I wish people knew, They’re also the parts I refuse to show.
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A verse about where I'm at right now
A verse about where I’m at right now
I have friends I don’t even know yet, But that is so hard for me to believe, At 21 it feels that things are so set in stone, Growth slows to an unnoticeable rate, That doesn’t stop my belief in what’s possible.
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Watch: This awesome restaurant in Staten Island had the idea to employ grandmothers from all over the world to make its food
There’s nothing better than your grandma’s cooking…except maybe a bunch of grandmas’ cooking all in one restaurant. That’s exactly what Enoteca Maria in Staten Island, New York is offering.
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Holy Shit! Different dishes cooked by Nana’s from around the World? I would eat here every, damn, DAY.
My grandmother went to dinner here, and they offered her a job.
This makes me so happy to know it exists that I’m seriously tearing up.
Note to self: Go to gramma restaurant next time I am in NYC!
A Poem of Praise
A Poem of Praise
Lord, I know not what is ahead, I walk towards your plan, Light the path in front, I pray. Wondering not wandering, For you have gone before, My heart looks for you. Creeping all around me, Your love seeps on through, Though I feel so lonely, Your provision never fails. Even in the darkness, When I feel lost and unknown, You pull me closer day by day. I’ve never needed more, You give me food and…
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Mind My Eczema
“The most important thing is to moisturise” If only she knew, That I moisturise, Every day, Every hour. If only she knew, That my hands decided they didn’t like this moisturiser, Or that one, Maybe this one, But not in that form. If only she knew, The emotions every time I’m given a new cream, The hope, Maybe this one will be the miracle, The fear, What if it causes more problems? The lack of a…
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Breakthrough
Yesterday I realised how far I’ve come, From the brokenhearted girl who cried so often, To the person starting this new adventure with no fear. Yesterday I realised that things have changed, So much in the opposite of my once upon a time wishes, Shape shifting into a new person, New dreams, New possibilities. Yesterday I realised that the breakthrough wasn’t sudden, The breakthrough was…
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In the water
I look towards the water, My destination clear, Edging towards the moment, The plan goes on from here. Its so big and scary, The unknown ahead of me, I can see the surface, The specifics not so clear. I have to move towards it, Suddenly I’m in, No safety of a life jacket, A new adventure to begin. Now I’m here its better, Less variables uncontrolled, Still I’m in the process, Of making it my…
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my aunt was talking to someone she goes to church with about the bakery that wouldnt bake wedding cakes for gays or whatever and the lady she was talking to was going on about how she shouldnt HAVE to and my aunt says
“karen, would jesus bake the cake”
“…………..[sighs] i guess jesus would bake the cake.”
