fall's first great soak began this weekend.
I feel as though the skies are pouring great cupfuls of change, and I walked home tonight with even my socks eager to drink it in. And I would like to raise a toast to the heavens:
I feel as though the skies are pouring great cupfuls of change, and I walked home tonight with even my socks eager to drink it in. And I would like to raise a toast to the heavens:
To an old post, which reminded me of a me I love; of a girl who set out from home to set to rights what she had wronged, with a single suitcase, and shaky knees. A girl I plan to see much more of.
To the people who are already on their way to get you, because they are worried your hair will get frizzy on the way to start your new job.
To bright yellow glass pitchers, and the promise of mimosa brunches.
To the people who are already on their way to get you, because they are worried your hair will get frizzy on the way to start your new job.
To bright yellow glass pitchers, and the promise of mimosa brunches.
To understanding, finally, that empathy for others does not invalidate my own feelings.
To the final straw, which galvanizes you to actually tell her (while awake) that cosmetic aptitude and an ability to use hair product and do a truly excellent disgusted hair flip does not constitute true beauty, but a courteous kitsch, a cheap mass appeal, which is easily replicated. That beautiful insides, kindness, and empathy are of greater value.
To the final straw, which galvanizes you to actually tell her (while awake) that cosmetic aptitude and an ability to use hair product and do a truly excellent disgusted hair flip does not constitute true beauty, but a courteous kitsch, a cheap mass appeal, which is easily replicated. That beautiful insides, kindness, and empathy are of greater value.
To calling myself beautiful, and meaning it.
To a long lost someone, who reminded me tonight of what it means to be unashamed.
Salud.
2 comments:
:)))
YAy! cheers
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