Each square on the wall mirrors a facet of her grace; her en pointe elegance and soaring split touch the deepest dimension, a profound pleasure found at the zenith of ecanté.
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Each square on the wall mirrors a facet of her grace; her en pointe elegance and soaring split touch the deepest dimension, a profound pleasure found at the zenith of ecanté.
Your thoughts and feelings matter so don't let your voice be silenced.
Communicate what matters to you.
You are not selfish for establishing boundaries. Don't let anyone disrespect you.
They think the way you let them treat you determines your value and if you don't speak up, they will keep crossing your boundaries.
Find your voice.
You're partying out there,
Guess who's grinding the ass out here.
You're smoking out there,
Guess who's burning the vitals out here,
You're making excuses out there,
Guess who's executing plans out here.
I saw you laughing on me the other day,
Well, meet you soon when you'll lost in that Hay.
I know you said my dreams are too big,
But, sweating out for it, it's my gig.
I know you said my peaks are too high,
But, still seems low to my eagle eye.
You tagged me as an Underdog,
I saw your bitch staring at my logs.
You take Rest,
You might be tired while resting at your nest,
While, I'm working for that fucking Crest.
You're scared of nasty firestorms,
I'll show you how Coals are turned into Diamond drinking this Warm.
I'm a weirdo,
You asked,
Why I'm crushing my feet on the floor,
Coz that's how I'm gonna make the loudest roar.
You asked,
Why I'm mashing my brain on those books,
Coz that's how I'm gonna beat down crooks.
You asked,
Why I'm kissing the hot sun from dusk to dawn,
Coz that's how I'm gonna park my Buggati at my Lawn.
I heard you've been trying to learn my tricks,
What happened to those hot Chicks,
Or those late night clicks,
Well, I'm gonna tell you one Thing,
I White trashed my life teen,
Fucked off in rain to achieve my dreams.
- apollo
Artists, enough with “I know this has probably been done before, but I did it anyway”
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Her hand rises like a question to the cosmos—thinking morphiously, she becomes the answer.
The tutu fans like a small, private cosmos, pointe tips like stars that learned to hold fire. Softness rebels with muscle and ritual, and joy blooms stubborn where labor meets desire.
She struck the silence like lightning in silk — a voltage of grace, tearing through stillness, her body a live wire of hunger and art, burning beauty into the bones of time.