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Solitary superstar up in here
“I don’t need anybody. Do you hear what I said?”
(Buffalo ‘66 - 1998)
I JUST DON’T UNDERSTAND WHY MY HEART BREAKS FOR EVERYTHING. I HAVE BEEN CRYING ALL DAY THINKING ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE’S LIVES AND THINGS THEY GO THROUGH.
Okay, no more personal posts tonight
(unless I take any good selfies)
being emotionally fulfilled
I sent in a volunteer application to a relatively local hospital today, and hopefully I can find the time to go to GiGi’s later this week to fill out an application there too. I find peace in doing things for other people, and I have always been good at filling that void in the wrong way. I have had a lot of anxiety lately about not taking advantage the countless opportunities to volunteer and donate that are available to me. I AM VERY EMOTIONAL AND CAN’T WRITE PROPERLY LIKE THIS. Tomorrow I work and I can pour myself into lovin’ my girls.
TODAY’S CHALLENGE: TRYING TO GET MY “COMPLIANCE VIOLATION” DROPPED.
I talked to a cute little old lady and an even cuter police dude and they said to come back tomorrow to talk to the sgt and they said he will probably drop it. YAY FOR ME
I don’t give a shit what the world thinks. I was born a bitch, I was born a painter, I was born fucked. But I was happy in my way. You did not understand what I am. I am love. I am pleasure, I am essence, I am an idiot, I am an alcoholic, I am tenacious. I am; simply I am…You are a shit.
— Frida Kahlo, from an unsent letter to Diego Rivera (via c-ovet)
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