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“A MAN IS A REFLECTION OF THE WOMAN’S STATE. THEY ARE OUR MIRROR IMAGE. WE ARE SHARING THE SAME EMOTIONAL BAGGAGE AND TOXIC FOODS. WE ARE STILL SUFFERING FROM SEASONING OF 400 YEARS OF SLAVERY…‘”
—
Queen Afua
All relationships/friendships are mirror images. They represent some part of you. There’s something to learn from those that irritate you the most. Learn from that man that gets on your damn nerves because if you don’t, you’ll attract that same man (energy) in a different suit. Bae is your looking glass. Take that shit seriously. Whatever you don’t like about him, check for it within yourself. Whatever you praise about him, is probably some trait you need to cultivate within yourself. Nourish your wombs (good vibes + good food). Step into your power. Don’t suppress your womanhood to fit a small man. Do you boo. The right one will rise to greet you. If the “right one” never comes, You got YOU:)
Things you do NOT need to be a hippie
-to be vegan
-be happy all the time
-be a spiritualist
-be a druggie
-wanna smoke weed
-wanna hug people all the time or be close to people
-be able bodied
-be tan
-want dreads
-like trippy art
-dress in hippie clothes every day
-be straight
-like “hippie” or spiritual type music
-wanna go to festivals
-wanna do orgies or be a sexual person in general
-open your third eye
-believe in aliens
-be nice to everyone
-want to live in a van
-want to travel the world
Things you DO need to be a hippie:
-to be nice as much as possible
-try your best to be yourself
-care about the earth and yourself
-try not to harm others
-strive for self love
-have peace be a main goal of yours
Pay attention to the things you are naturally drawn to. They are often connected to your path, passion, and purpose in life.
“Alone time is required in order to stay balanced, stay focused and vibrate higher.”
— Lalah Delia
So freaking true 🌱

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This is Shakespearian.
I never want to see another post about environmental storytelling.
Fighting to not go back into depression is tough. But I can do it!!
I need someone to read my WIP
Please let me die
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“Once you figure out what matters, you’ll figure out how to be brave.”
— Emily X.R. Pan, The Astonishing Color of After
me, writing, throwing commas around like i’ve just won the lottery and i’m exulting in my winnings, needlessly, passionately, with no thought to the consequences,
“I am greatly flawed yet still greatly loved by Jesus.”
— loveofjesus.tumblr
Rihanna is that u

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I never said goodbye
Part 1(ish)
I decided to go a different way with what I’ve posted previously hope you enjoy. I’m open for all critique!! Please message me on way to change it or make it better, comment, share or whatever you like!!
FYI: I just rushed this to see it in a different way because I’ve been stuck. & you may be confused as well! But enjoy and thanks 💖
Friday, October 31.
“Happy Halloween!!! Stay safe.” Mrs.Crossmum’s board says in orange writing with black little pacman ghost.
We been in here over 45 minutes and everybody's still taking their test. I finish within 10 minutes cause it's just Anatomy. And Anatomy is common sense and these students are stressed out of questions like..
“Sesamoid bones are found embedded in____? Joints, Muscles, Ligaments or Tendons?” Tendons. But nobody in here studies because they are too busy texting, eating hot cheetos with arizona tea or skipping class to smoke in the bathroom.
“Ms. Monroe, Mr.Vega would like to see you in his office.” Mrs. Crossmum whispers in my ear. I’m frightened because I know who Mr.Vega is, but I have no clue why he would want to speak with me. I been in this school for 4 years and never had any interaction with our Principal. “Come on don't keep him waiting..” She helps me gather my things and hands me a handwritten hall pass. With my chair scraping the ground guiding everyone’s eyes over to me. Questions like “Where you going?” and smacking of lips fill the room, I ignore it and head straight for the door.
Walking down the hall surprised how empty it looks.
Courtney Samuels comes from the around the corner and continue walking in front of me. Today he’s wearing a red adidas suit, he has a different color everyday like he had some relation with RUN D.M.C. He notice me staring at him and I throw my head down as if I were studying the cover of my book.
We continue walking down the hall and we see police officers lined up outside the Main Office which is connected to the Principal’s Office. We past the officers running into Mr. Vega who lead Courtney and I both to his office. “You two have a seat next to Mr. Tanguma..”
Leonard Tanguma the school mascot….Annoying that is. Nobody, not even the children likes him. Like, at the Senior Night Basketball game he was passing out Hot Cocoa and tumbled down a flight of stairs throwing the Hot Cocoa in the air. He harshly burned 5 people including a infant who had 3rd degree burn on her face. Till this day nobody knows if it was a serious fall or him trying to play another joke. But the school didn't find it funny because they have been sued every year until he graduates. He’s been removed from the spirit team since then though.
“Okay, you guys are here because of something that happen at a Halloween Party Mr. Samuel’s hosted this past weekend.” I’m suddenly confused because I don't party and damn sure wouldn't have been invited to anything Courtney hosted.
“Do y'all know a student by the name of Livvy Peterson?” a officer says behind me and pulls out a picture of her wearing a black flowing dress laying in a bed of wildflowers.. Livvy Peterson. Livvy Peterson. Livvy Peterson. The girl who parents died and she started acting very weird afterwards made everybody think she did it.
“She’s hot!! What about her?” Leo jokes.
“Well Mr. Jokester she’s missing and Avery Monroe, Courtney Samuels and you Leonard Tanguma where the last names she mentioned in her diary which was found in her car, which was found parked in front of Mr. Samuels house. Ms. Monroe your Letterman Jacket was found in the passenger seat of her car, we know it’s yours because your name is on the back along with it being in the pockets. And Mr. Tanguma your mascot uniform was found in her truck. So if you all have anything to do with her missing speak up now or a warrant will be out for your arrest.”
Silence.
Avery Monroe
October 31.
The atmosphere feels below zero, pitch black and soundless. It smells like something’s dead, it’s so strong I barely can stomach it. My right hand is free, my left one is connected to what felt like a rope. I push my hand out to catch a feel of something, I feel nothing. I attempt to step back but the rope is keeping me restricted and I still felt nothing. My heart begins to beat rapidly.