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  • Much like the hidden parts of our souls, we cannot hope to find something completely original and unspoiled without wandering off the map. I give myself the freedom to explore anything that catches my attention.
  • Much like the hidden parts of our souls, we cannot hope to find something completely original and unspoiled without wandering off the map. I give myself the freedom to explore anything that catches my attention.
  • 1 1 4 hours ago
  • All the world’s a stage, but I’ve never been fond of stages.

Getting an early growth spurt gives you a few years where you’re considered tall for your age. For me, it meant that I always got chosen (against my will, mind you) to play the mother. Whether it was Goldilocks or Hamlet, I was always the mother.

The one time when I wasn’t the mother (there was no mother in it, pffft), I was the flamingo.

The last play of my short-lived acting career was a musical about war where I was, you guessed it, the mother. All I had to do was walk up the stage, cry over a little boy pretending to be dead, pick him up and make an exit.

But I didn’t know how to cry on cue. So every day during rehearsals, I would sit on the stage, put my head down and laugh at the absurdity of my situation. The longer I sat there, the harder I laughed. And every day, I walked off the stage to get a thumbs up, “Good job!” I had started writing this because I wanted to make a point, but I went off on a tangent and now I don’t remember why I wrote all of this. So let’s just pretend that this was a reminder to embrace the absurdity of life while enjoying the view.
  • All the world’s a stage, but I’ve never been fond of stages.

    Getting an early growth spurt gives you a few years where you’re considered tall for your age. For me, it meant that I always got chosen (against my will, mind you) to play the mother. Whether it was Goldilocks or Hamlet, I was always the mother.

    The one time when I wasn’t the mother (there was no mother in it, pffft), I was the flamingo.

    The last play of my short-lived acting career was a musical about war where I was, you guessed it, the mother. All I had to do was walk up the stage, cry over a little boy pretending to be dead, pick him up and make an exit.

    But I didn’t know how to cry on cue. So every day during rehearsals, I would sit on the stage, put my head down and laugh at the absurdity of my situation. The longer I sat there, the harder I laughed. And every day, I walked off the stage to get a thumbs up, “Good job!” I had started writing this because I wanted to make a point, but I went off on a tangent and now I don’t remember why I wrote all of this. So let’s just pretend that this was a reminder to embrace the absurdity of life while enjoying the view.
  • 19 10 4 hours ago
  • What is the most worthy in this photo?
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  • What is the most worthy in this photo?
    #mobileclick
  • 11 1 5 hours ago
  • Happiness depends upon ourselves.
  • Happiness depends upon ourselves.
  • 89 2 12 hours ago