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I have no idea what to caption these but I wore a new dress? I'm really into yellow/ mustard recently! anyone know a good mustard eyeshadow?? 🍋🌻 add me on Snapchat at Matthewisbae96 even though I hardly post and get called out on that all the time haha
I am not for everyone...
I am not for everyone… I am not for everyone… I am not for everyone…
Words that I preach to myself over and over.
The ever repeating rhythm that clambers on the walls of my mind. A constant reminder that we each are a unique being of the human race. A devotion to what divides us as people, and an examination of how little we differ.
I am not for everyone…
The recipe that creates me; a mixture of love, torn emotions, creativity, struggle, and dedication. Stirred over high heat for years until roaring boil. Then poured out on a flat surface, jostled with a spatula, and prodded with fingers. Only to be coated in several different toppings that don’t define my mind, but only my appearance.
I am not for everyone…
Expectations from society, while trying to grow, is like planting a pine tree in a pot too small for it’s existence. Roots bound to green plastic container. To only grow so big… No need for dreams of being a redwood. To live life within the confines of judgement. Too much or too little care, results in the same solution. Death.
I am not for everyone…
A rare breed of human. The type you keep in a zoo. Forbidding it from exploring. From adapting into something that might scare you. We don’t want that. Things that scare us belong in cages. Misunderstood.
I am not for everyone…
My mind is a novel for heavy readers. My body is a board game, that only I know the rules to. My beauty is but an abundance of unique indifference to be tamed. My happiness is the smell of home, lasting memories one never seems to forget.
I am not for everyone…
You are not qualified. You do not deserve my presence. For I am something that cannot be remade. A collaborative effort one could say. My pain, my joy, my experience… These things make me who I am. Not a product to be shared.
I am not for everyone…
