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fuck them, and the insecure horse they rode in on.
8.7.10 @ 18:19
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So much emphasis is put on physical appearance, advertising, television and movies drill into us that what is on the outside is who we are. Everyone is so much more than that, expansive, and boundless. I would say your more worried about what people think of your body, not what you think. What if you were the only person on Earth? Would you worry about how you dressed, or looked? I bet not at all. We dig our own graves when we identify with who we are by what other people think of us. You are not another persons view of you. Whoever does not accept you for what you look like, and treat you accordingly, fuck them, and the insecure horse they rode in on.

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my life is a plant
30.5.10 @ 23:29
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I have this plant. It just sits in my room and doesn’t ever do anything. I suppose it grows. Bit by bit, one green leaf at a time. Besides stealing my oxygen it really just takes up space. It doesn’t make me happy. I tend to avoid looking at it out of guilt. I’m neglectful of it and it haunts me. There are nights I wake up in a panic feeling the spindly (but surprisingly strong) vines wrapped around my neck. I wouldn’t say I’m intentionally trying to kill it I’m just not putting any effort forward to see it live. Not like it matters. This plant would be able to weather a house fire and come out of it singed but holding on. I only water it when the guilt becomes too much. Once I ‘accidently’ over watered then left the room quickly. Nope it just won’t die. In fact the smallest amount of water perks the darn thing right up and spurs it on to life again.

Today I noticed some of the leaves were yellowing and others had withered and died. Ihad a moment of charity so I plucked and pruned until it looked healthy again. Then it hit me. Like a full body collision with Oprah at her heaviest. This annoying, spunky, stubborn piece of greenery was just like me. Stay with me. I know how lame it sounds. But listen; sometimes I feel like a waste of space. Like it doesn’t matter what I do or saybecause ultimately it won’t matter. No one really cares? I don’t look after myself. Not like I’m supposed to anyway. I eat too much or I don’t eat at all. I listen to lies about myself: I’m ugly, fat, dumb, invisible…

When I take the time to do something good for myself I feel better; I perk right up. When I pull off the dead stuff I not only look better but I feel different and have room to grow agian. The boyfriend that doesn’t seem to even like me or the friends that drag me down are like the dead leaves. Once they’re gone the whole picture is different. We all have an inner voice that lies and bullies us. Would we really put up with a friend who tells us we’re fat and useless? The obvious answer is no we shouldn’t.

I don’t know about you but today I’m going to do a little bit of gardening. I could use some extra watering and attention. If I’m still feeling inspired I may even do some weeding. There are somethings in my life that can certainly go. I may even paint my toe nails. Hot pink. With one red pinky. Just because.

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in every way.
25.4.10 @ 13:24
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inspiration tree.
@ 12:33
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theinspirationtree.tumblr.com

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go after her.
18.3.10 @ 19:40
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GO AFTER HER. FUCK, DON'T SIT THERE AND WAIT FOR HER TO CALL, GO AFTER HER BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT YOU SHOULD DO IF YOU LOVE SOMEONE, DON'T WAIT FOR THEM TO GIVE YOU A SIGN CAUSE IT MIGHT NEVER COME, DON'T LET PEOPLE HAPPEN TO YOU, DON'T LET ME HAPPEN TO YOU, OR HER, SHE'S NOT A FUCKING TELEVISION SHOW OR TORNADO. THERE ARE PEOPLE I MIGHT HAVE LOVED, HAD THEY GOTTEN ON THE AIRPLANE OR RUN DOWN THE STREET AFTER ME OR CALLED ME UP DRUNK AT FOUR IN THE MORNING BECAUSE THEY NEED TO TELL ME RIGHT NOW AND BECAUSE THEY CANNOT REGRET THIS AND I ALWAYS THOUGHT I'D BE THE ONLY ONE DOING CRAZY THINGS FOR PEOPLE WHO WOULD NEVER GIVE ENOUGH OF A FUCK TO DO IT BACK OR TO ACT LIKE IDIOTS OR BE ENTIRELY VULNERABLE AND HONEST AND MAKING SOMEONE FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU IS EASY AND FLYING 3000 MILES ON FOUR DAYS NOTICES BECAUSE YOU CAN'T JUST SIT THERE AND DO NOTHING AND BREATHING INTO TELEPHONES IS NOT EVERYONE'S IDEA OF LOVE BUT IT IS THE WAY I CAN RECOGNIZE IT BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT I DO. GO SCREAM IT AND BE WITH HER IN MEANINGFUL WAYS BECAUSE THAT IS BEAUTIFUL AND THAT IS GENEROUS AND THAT IS WHAT LOVING SOMEONE IS, THAT IS RAW AND THAT IS UNGUARDED, AND THAT IS ALL THAT IS WORTH ANYTHING, REALLY.

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happy.
27.2.10 @ 13:26
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happy |ˈhapē|
adjective
feeling or showing pleasure or contentment

Whether it be a great beginning from a rough end or a compliment on ones shoes; Happiness is something we need, strive for. Finding your happiness is like finding your inner chi, breathing in the calm after a storm, taking the first bite off of that cadbury cream chocolate youve been craving, or held your breathe to find an even better surprise than you expected. Grade-A top quality happiness is hard to come by and is only served to those who truly dine for it. So instead of moping around, stick your head out the window and draw off the stench of that bad attitude in exchange for fresh out-the-oven-happiness. Dine yourself. Do something you love with the people you love or find time to do those things you've always, but never had time, to do. Now's the time you can. Now's the time you should. I myself am feeling happy and I'm going to spend my day painting like the mad artist i am, blast the very best of Bryan Adams, maybe paint my toenails. It's going to be a good day.

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sammy.
1.1.10 @ 22:53
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A dog has no use for fancy cars, big homes, or designer clothes. A water log stick will do just fine. A dog doesn't care if your rich or poor, clever or dull, smart or dumb. Give him your heart and he'll give you his. How many people can you say that about? How many people can make you feel rare and pure and special? How many people can make you feel extraordinary?

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heart.
13.9.09 @ 13:35
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" Louise. "
" Yes? "
" Thank you. "
" For what? "
" Being in my life. "
<3

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