Bus Ride Home The sunlight tickled my left eyebrow, as I lay my heavy head deeper into the fur hood of my winter coat. It was almost as if the golden light was grazing my face with its fingertips, causing me to wince and sneeze a little. Allergies. I sense the middle-aged woman behind me […]
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There do need to be some changes in my life. I mean doing things I actually love. Simply put, doing less of the meaningless things and more of what I find meaning in. I used to think ‘changes’ meant transforming my environment. Getting rid of exterior things like people that didn’t really serve much purpose […]
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It’s great to be back. There are certain periods in people’s lives where they realize that they are powerful, or weak, deserving, or under-qualified. Maybe there comes a time when you make your first ‘big break’, or your second and third, and maybe it all becomes boring. There will also be months where you feel […]
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I need to stop being so apologetic about myself. I feel so sorry for myself, sorry that my waist isn’t as thin as I’d like it to be; sorry that I can’t see or even contact my boyfriend because he’s away for most of the time(I see him about 4 days a month); sorry that […]
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Photos are reality and reality is just photos… says our generation. #sodeep#notbasic (On the bus) Hey guys! It’s me Konni again(obviously) and I’m sitting around as usual, taking shameless, superficial selfies. But today I’ve brought to you something that isn’t usual at all too-here’s a rare opportunity: getting to talk to the masterminds behind a […]
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Most people you’ll meet had an awkward phase in personal fashion. Whether it took the form of following an ill-advised EDM fad, or going through a goth phase doesn’t matter. What does matter is that the vast majority of people never want to make fashion choices they’ll regret ever again, and learning how to do […]
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Hopeful. She was hopeful; hopeful that she might someday be different. Maybe this wasn’t all. There’s probably more to life than grey slabs and repetition. Maybe one day she’d find that she could be more than her past. But then again, maybe not.
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