The possibilities are endless.
The possibilities
are
endless.
Dare to look.
Dare to see.
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I Believe
I believe you can do that thing
you think you can’t do.
I believe.
I do.
I believe in you.
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Yayah! WOOT!
And just so the lot of you know:
THIS
will be the
BEST damn year
of
ALL
our lives.
(This blog post was proudly brought to you by the soul cleansing- complete and utter dork making- power of the full moon in Pisces.)
Yayah! Woot!
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Be You
Shine, my sweet bloggy family.
Always be you.
In all your flawed magnificence.
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The Apple Tree Of Everything
This is the Apple Tree of Everything.
You may pick only one apple, today.
Hold it in your hand.
Look at it.
Really, look at this apple you have picked.
To say it is red is hardly enough.
There are black porous dots, scattered and bunched.
A deep red jacket of smooth and lumps— there is even a bruise.
This is your apple of the day.
Yours because you have picked it.
It is not perfect, but none of the apples on the tree are perfect.
For what is perfect when different is the only sameness the tree can offer.
This apple of yours is far from the ordinary you see.
And it is yours.
How completely beautiful.
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To The Moon
I am brave.
And I am beautiful.
And I will not waver in my belief
that I am capable of making it
to the moon.
And back.
Or just to the moon.
Maybe.
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Dreaming the Dreams
Since the beginning of time, the beautiful dreamers have dreamed the dreams for all.
Now it is time
for all.
To dream the dreams for themselves.
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Just Watch Me
Fear? she said,
feeling the fire of a soul
ready to be heard.
I dare you.
Just watch me.
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Season’s End
It was a season kissed with pastel colours
and peach-scented days.
But even the most beautiful seasons
come to an end.
Permission to breathe, sweet human-flower.
Permission to fall and rise again.
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I Am Free
Dear History,
You do not tell my heart what it knows.
I tell my heart what it knows.
I do not compare my story to others.
I do not play into stories of fear, or guilt, or shame.
I do not welcome your pre-made dysfunction into my time
or my space.
I want what I want, and I choose it.
With bravery. And without hesitation.
I have hushed my heart for the last time.
This time, I say: enough.
I am me.
I am free.
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