Wishlist – Oct ’17

You get to choose what you want, but you must get clear about what you want. – Rhonda Byrne, The Secret  Short term Target – January 2017 Contrast Binding Trumpet Sleeve Dress Grid Print Cuffed Blouse Pumps Palazzo Pants Cross Body Pom Pom Bag Green Deep V Bow Tie Blouse  V Cut Striped Blouse  Black…

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Coffee Shop Cliché

Possibility for a fictional short story that I’ll probably write in parts when inspiration strikes? I’m thinking YES! Six months ago this day, I met Kaya one boring Sunday morning post my morning jog in the swanky coffee shop where I’d always order an iced Americano, in the most clichéd boy-meets-girl-in-coffee-shop fashion, she accidentally spilled…

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Anna,

Happy birthday, sunshine As long as I live, I will never forget how you came over and introduced yourself on the first day of eleventh grade with the warmest of smiles and I so clearly remember how we got close, you practically dragged me away from that random Commerce chick on the steps, and spent…

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The Day I Decided I’m Fabulous, My Life Got a Whole Lot Better

The ages 16 and 17 were tough on me and during this period I developed severe anxiety and horrible insecurities about the way I look and I think they stayed with me pretty much till around 6 months back when I got out of what I hadn’t realized was an extremely toxic relationship. My life…

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Pep Talk

The past does not matter. It does not matter how much you’ve fucked shit up, how many people you’ve hurt, how many people hurt you, how many regrets you have. Today is a new day. Today you could make amends. Today you move on. Today is a chance. Use it wisely. If there’s someone you’ve…

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Worry not, sweet thing

You are but just 19. Your life awaits to be lived, memories await to be made, and many, many moments of happiness await to come alive. Worry not, sweet thing. Someday you’ll meet a beautiful man and he’ll treat you exactly how you wish to be treated. He’ll give you kisses on the cheek when…

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Dear Es,

I ask myself, for what could be the millionth time, why can’t I let go of you. But I know the answer, and it has been clear to me for as long as a year now. I can’t because I’d just never been loved, like by you ever before and so I hold on. And to think…

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