#thirty-crown

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Okay so, things can't be like they are in the commercials?- ♛♛♛

The robbery is real, Toronto it will steal your time, your life, and your ovaries.

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I called my person a thing, because I am the commodity- ♛♛♛

Let me be honest, when you kill a girls dream, you really do. When you kill a girls passion, that is when you create, the fatale. I have been in the loop, sort of; a loop of non-stop, unadulterated- consumerism. There really is nothing else, that exists outside of this space. [Except buying poor kids, from India their lunch bags, and back to school supplies.] It sounds classist, because it is, and I, personally do not fit the narrative, I am... striving, to become better. Better than enablement, disempowerment and just low down- dirty hatred. I want to talk about this, and I will but for now, Naomi Campbell. The Supermodel, has been put to not just be the 'face' of a brand, but ultimately the model of a brand too. Why corporations listen to models, is beyond me. I love that some of them, are gorgeous, ambitious, and want to be "more than" just a pretty face, but sometimes, no seriously, sometimes, that is all the world wants, matter of fact, needs, you to be. Collectively, women need to be okay with that. As an entire movement.

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If I post a million times in one day, it's because I had a life, one million days ago- ♛♛♛

I want to speak about fashion, just a little, because that is all that I think about while living Downtown, that and "Hell-ven". Can you imagine that I am still, 30 and speaking, in code, on the internet. Such is the life you lead, when you live among, immature, robbing thieves. I never spoke about it, but because I spoke about it in real life, I will address it now. I got shot. Like bang, bang, real life, right in my Barbie-breast chest. Twice.

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It's not what you are, it's who you're becoming -

It's not what you are, it's who you're becoming

It's not what you are, it's who you're becoming

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You must have main character energy, with ugly girl tendencies- ♛♛♛

Toronto Story lines that are worthy of watching

Skating with Tim - November 2019

Indian international student struggles to pay rent as she watches her life crumble at the turn of having to choose between five guys and her dog.

Honey, I'm still a Misogynist - March 2023

Canadian inter-dweeb, attempts to "relate" with a fictional reality that is the Toronto Parks and Recreational center, only to find out that connecting to "over priced" coffee and pastries just 'looks' better.

SCOOT - May 2021

Recovering addict finds a new love, and a stronger heartbreak after falling in love with one of a his delivery- regulars, his ex-girlfriends, older aunt.

Doggy Daze - December 2023

Tired of the office life, solid affirmationist leaves the corporate world, to fall in love with a mystic who has her eyes set on bigger things, with louder barks.

Black Again - COMING OUT February 2024

Middle age father of four, decides to reconcile with his past, starting a youth community group for inner-city kids.

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The online world keeps me, satisfied.- ♛♛♛

I wanted to , I really wanted to believe that I could not be sucked into this vortex of self-indulgence, but as life has proven itself to be; even when you have nothing, a flat stomach will make a Queen out of you. Now don't get me wrong, I know every man loves himself a bigger woman, but I am just so happy with my figure, as it is, that I truly must sustain. The only issue, is that I feel like I have to work towards creating a reality, that can appreciate it. Honey! Contrary to perception, I do dream of driving down a boulevard, any boulevard (okay not any boulevard), but a boulevard, hopping out of my cute little convertible (obviously ECO-FIT), with my platform wedges on, my toned- caramel legs showing, and my little shorts fitted to a low waist. I want to smell, like a claw-foot tub, in the attics of Spain, with the tendrils of ivy, clamoring its way up the porcelain, daring to meet a petal filled, steaming bath, ornate with a lit and aromatically accented waterfall in the back. I want my lashes, to look like I ritually comb through, months worth of castor oil, which has grown each of my luscious flutters to frame my adoring eyes. I want my skin (oh, my beautiful skin) to be hydrated, officially hydrated with nothing but long lasting, lightly wafting, non-greasy, hypo-allergenic, lotion, no not lotion, body butter. And, I want teeth, sparkling white teeth. This city, is a mystery, I need a fairy-god mother, or at least a personalised critic, to help me decipher, what it is that I am doing wrong. My conclusion has come to be none other than 1. Not driving 2. Not driving

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3. Not driving Also, I missed my admissions enrollment. Yay.

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If a man wants you, he'll make the effort. - ♛♛♛

I need lotion, and a yacht, and a ticket, to a place that is warm vibrant, and filled with hearty, consumerism.

Low regulation, high-profit, and tons of fruit.