These flowers don’t care if they end up on a vase on a window sill. If they end up in the hands of a beautiful woman on her birthday or anniversary. If they are viewed by hundreds at a wedding or sitting between lovers at a romantic dinner. They do not care if they are seen or not. Where they end up in life or if they will ever be picked by the hands of someone. Regardless of what happens around them they will still be a beautiful flower that bathes in the sun and dances with the win. They will be wild and free without the worries of a destination of where flowers are supposed to end up. They just are, and that is enough. Be the wild flower with no expectations and just be beautiful. .
I’m sure my lips knew the taste of you long before my eyes met yours - Blake Auden
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Yoga has a funny way of bringing out emotions in us, doesn't it?
A couple weeks ago I feel fine and I went in felling normal. Nothing tugging at me or anything like that.. But half way through, my mood suddenly flipped and I become completely distracted and almost angry to anyone.
Maybe just frustrated. Im not sure.
But something changed and I was in a mood and not a good one.
And so after class, I just sat in studio and cried.
Over what, who knows.. But the tears needed to come ( again ) and they sure did.
Im not sure what brought it on. Well i have some thoughts in my head, ideas of what could have upset me.
But I'm not ready to talk about them.. Not even sure i can talk about it my friends quite yet either, even though I want to be able to.
Personal growth is hard.
Really freaking hard!
And its not been easy whatsoever.
There have been way more tears than i care to admit, frustration over not knowing why I'm feeling a certain way, hard talk and long text, failed attempts at journaling.
Iam still trying to figure out it all out.
I'm honestly not sure i ever will.
But maybe one day something will click and it will feel a little bit easier.
Its definitely not all about the poses.
This is one part of yoga bringing deep thoughts and emotions!
And that is right and so much better than suppressing them.
Let it out. Feel it all.
Don't judge yourself too harshly.
This is a beautiful journey that will only bring you closer to your samadhi.
Keep being beautiful and strong! .
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Have you read my debut romance novel yet? Check it out by clicking the link on my profile. 😍
food made out of hourly wage paid duty and stress will cause us sick. but homemade meals by mom can heal us despite all degree of pains. i could feel the same for all things we consume each day. fresh brewed coffee by a barista who loves his job keeps us energized for the day more than packaged coffee at convenient stores or a quickly made coffee by the staff who just wants to quickly get through the month til payday. who loves cooking enough will take tome to pick out fresh groceries, and carefully prepared dishes for the hungry souls rather than trick them into paying for left-over food. clothings are most often overlooked because we often buy and change styles but unaware of how each piece is made. i did not pay much attention back then to quality or prices or the manufacturer but caught in trends that "i want to look like that." but one day the thoughts disappeared along dropping my shopping habits for clothes. especially during few months studying fashion i got to understand the value of clothing and for designers, pricing the pieces is never easy. that's why artists and designers are not responsible for pricing but marketing departments. designers made pieces with love and love is priceless. it is valued by the love felt by the ones who wear with proud and feel confidently. not only high-end brands but also out of local brands that i fall heads over heels in love with pieces for every details meticulously tailored in passion and pure happiness being delivered throughout the making process. choose wisely what we consume and carry out your jobs from your best self because behind all things are stories we are unaware of. some are fairytales with happy endings, others are never-ending tragedy. and together we are writing fairytales of this earth.
- choose in love, create from love.
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As the day light breaks
My eyes slowly awakens
From the dreams of my subconscious
So much different than reality
Feeling every motion so vividly
I just want to fall in deep sleep
Again and again
Desultory: Lacking plan or purpose⠀
Erol hated Ren's desultory ramblings. He often dreamt of the moment he could quell all that circular logic with the inconvenient truths Ren hid behind flowery speech.
with pointed toes
Her slender body,
a midnight sun.
Perhaps not handsome enough
But still a reflection of good fortune.
Glowing lambent to perform to strangers,
She dances poetry in murder ballads. ~ Ope K. King
Do you like ballet? Are you a ballet dancer? Let me know the comments.
There are (at least) two sides to every writer.
1. The facade we present to normal people 🙂
2. Raving lunatic who cries over imaginary characters. Also ruthlessly slaughters said characters, but let’s not get into the details. 🤪
After a rough start to the week, I’m making progress on my WIP. It’s slow and meticulous progress for now 🥴, but I’m hoping for a 5k day soon.
How has your week been so far, friends? ❤️
I feel like I’m going through figuring out I’m gay all over again. Except I’m 24 on 25 trying to feel comfortable in my skin and comfortable in my own thoughts. Like I need to silence my own truth.
When I figured out I liked women I thought to myself “oh shit”. I thought to myself, how am I going to tell people what they already think to be true. How am I going to. It’s a lot like that but instead I don’t worry about what others will think because I’m too preoccupied with what I think, of myself. It’s not a truth I’ve been denying, gender is such a scale. Such a god damn scale that I’ve been waking up on different sides like we wake up on different sides of the bed. It makes me feel like I don’t know who I am or what I am. I fluctuate between female and nothing.
I don’t know how to talk to doctors just yet but I am so god damn filled with happiness to talk to my friends as I figure it out. To give myself to them unfinished. I have always struggled with being unfinished. I get that from my mom. She says “I didn’t want to tell you until there was something to tell” and I say “I just wanted to be included”. When I got sick the first time I didn’t tell anyone until I needed surgery. I kept it bottled up inside because what if it was nothing. Is it not worth sharing unless it’s shattering? God I hate to go back on my word. It’s like I force myself to pick one side and stick with it forever. What is that?