This is not an exit

Andrea Boston “Document the moments you feel most in love with yourself - what you’re wearing, who you’re around, what you’re doing. Recreate and repeat.” Warsan Shire

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7/20/17

I kept my shoes on/ As if the delivery man cared/ But don't you see? I've worn these heels. It's a feat

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Took a trip down memory lane by listening to some of my favorite bands of the early 2000s

The Early November- Exchanging Two Hundred

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There are filters through which we see ourselves more fondly. Roles in which we feel more pure. Days where the mirror shifts morale so abruptly I feel betrayed

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2017 intentions; in no particular order of importance

-Read at least 1 book a month. -Travel some where I have never been. -Cook something new or try a new recipe at least once a month. -do something "creative" once a week (a loosely measurable goal) 1/7/17

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A coy giraffe

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Nothing moves me more than the way natural light casts shadows

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Artist Uses Wood Scraps to Visualize a Dynamic Explosion of Color and Shapes

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I see you.

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Forgot about Hipstamatic camera app. Lots of changes since I last used it but "double exposures" are still pretty cool to me.

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After feeling jealous and a bit resentful that someone close to me would (on the internet )call a friend of theirs inspiring for doing work similar to the work I do, I am forcing myself to pause and remind myself that I don't need other people to acknowledge my action and effort to feel good about the work I do. I do it because I truly love the work and pour my heart and soul in to the children and families I work with. I'm also reminding myself to notice these great things in my friends and point them out. Life is exhausting and it feels so good to have your efforts be genuinely noticed on a small scale by the people you care deeply for. 11/10/16

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Hot bets over here

[mvaljean525]

no one leaves home unless home is the mouth of a shark you only run for the border when you see the whole city running as well

your neighbors running faster than you breath bloody in their throats the boy you went to school with who kissed you dizzy behind the old tin factory is holding a gun bigger than his body you only leave home when home won’t let you stay.

no one leaves home unless home chases you fire under feet hot blood in your belly it’s not something you ever thought of doing until the blade burnt threats into your neck and even then you carried the anthem under your breath only tearing up your passport in an airport toilets sobbing as each mouthful of paper made it clear that you wouldn’t be going back.

you have to understand, that no one puts their children in a boat unless the water is safer than the land no one burns their palms under trains beneath carriages no one spends days and nights in the stomach of a truck feeding on newspaper unless the miles travelled means something more than journey. no one crawls under fences no one wants to be beaten pitied

no one chooses refugee camps or strip searches where your body is left aching or prison, because prison is safer than a city of fire and one prison guard in the night is better than a truckload of men who look like your father no one could take it no one could stomach it no one skin would be tough enough

the go home blacks refugees dirty immigrants asylum seekers sucking our country dry niggers with their hands out they smell strange savage messed up their country and now they want to mess ours up how do the words the dirty looks roll off your backs maybe because the blow is softer than a limb torn off

or the words are more tender than fourteen men between your legs or the insults are easier to swallow than rubble than bone than your child body in pieces. i want to go home, but home is the mouth of a shark home is the barrel of the gun and no one would leave home unless home chased you to the shore unless home told you to quicken your legs leave your clothes behind crawl through the desert wade through the oceans drown save be hunger beg forget pride your survival is more important

no one leaves home until home is a sweaty voice in your ear saying- leave, run away from me now i dont know what i’ve become but i know that anywhere is safer than here

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Home

Warsan Shire

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Graphic - Irina Vorkale

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I like you all

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If you wish to be a warrior prepare to get broken, if you wish to be an explorer prepare to get lost and if you wish to be a lover prepare to be both. ~ Daniel Saint

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The fragmentation of the dream.

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I feel a calm with you that I don't feel with many other people.