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July | 2015 | Cognitive Dissonance
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July 22, 2015. October 27, 2015. Warning….I’m about to get a little Swiftian on you. Taylor I mean, not Jonathan. We’re going to talk about heartbreak. My best friend knows me inside out. She understands that sometimes I need time to process my pain. So I get notes, quips, and insightful pieces I can relate to till I’m ready to talk. This morning she sent me an incredible article. Once that was my truth, but no more. Kaleidoscope of maybes and heartbreaks:. Crafted daydreams out of his darkness. Still on...
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Cognitive Dissonance | Page 2
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July 22, 2015. October 27, 2015. Warning….I’m about to get a little Swiftian on you. Taylor I mean, not Jonathan. We’re going to talk about heartbreak. My best friend knows me inside out. She understands that sometimes I need time to process my pain. So I get notes, quips, and insightful pieces I can relate to till I’m ready to talk. This morning she sent me an incredible article. Once that was my truth, but no more. Kaleidoscope of maybes and heartbreaks:. Crafted daydreams out of his darkness. Still on...
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October | 2016 | Cognitive Dissonance
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Feed Me Your Soul. October 7, 2016. The way you birth. Click to email (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Click to share on Google (Opens in new window). Follow Blog via Email. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Join 894 other followers. Feed Me Your Soul. Never Apologize For Your Intellect. Feed Me Your Soul. Never Apologize For Your Intellect. On Call Me, Never.
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December | 2015 | Cognitive Dissonance
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December 7, 2015. With every nightmare, my mind still scares me. It’s like the first time each time, and sometimes I can’t make my peace. 5’5 Heels and a smile. I see you looking. Wearing the sarcasm as well as I do those jeans. Sitting pretty. Whiskey and lipstick. I can play my part out here. Presentably passable. I’m only raw on the inside. Can I feel your sex, and not my scars tonight? Make some sin, forget these stars tonight. My tiny horrors have Biblical proportions. Where precisely would I start?
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Where Were You? | Cognitive Dissonance
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September 11, 2015. September 11, 2015. My natural propensity for words meant I wanted to write today, but I woke up feeling like that quagmired 10 year old. It just seemed my voice would be a carbon copy of so many others reflecting far more eloquently. Then I opened Facebook and found myself shaken all over again. Populating my news feed were statuses rife with callousness and spite. Latant lack of c. Ompassion. Posting phrases like. I have no pity for you America. We will not remember till you do.
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September | 2015 | Cognitive Dissonance
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September 22, 2015. September 22, 2015. His breath was beer and cigarettes. To me he tasted like secrets and good sex. Those glassy eyes and jittery hands we passed,. I was the junkie, you were my fix. Wild with darkness,. No rhythm or reason. Fistfuls of him erased the world. A braille beyond borders, I spoke with his tongue. You raved, I revealed. Hidden truths and holy madness. Bound by strings of a twisted scripture. Ritual and restraint,. Such a perverse alliance. Just ask the alleys. Brick by brick,.
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Rida Malik | Cognitive Dissonance
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Feed Me Your Soul. October 7, 2016. The way you birth. Click to email (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Click to share on Google (Opens in new window). May 4, 2016. October 7, 2016. Click to email (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Click to share on Google (Opens in new window). May 3, 2016. I am the sea. Deep in the bosom. Of my wild waves. Click to...
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October | 2015 | Cognitive Dissonance
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A Name Like Mine. October 7, 2015. October 9, 2015. Reading was probably my favourite thing to do as a kid. Except as I touched the spine of each book, not a single one called out a name like mine. A name most of them couldn’t actually pronounce. A name I had been content to alter for their convenience. It took my parents resolutely affirming that my name was worth learning for me to insist that people make the effort to pronounce it properly. That I should confidently share my views. Kautilya, the ancie...
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Ticket to Nowhere | Cognitive Dissonance
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September 22, 2015. September 22, 2015. His breath was beer and cigarettes. To me he tasted like secrets and good sex. Those glassy eyes and jittery hands we passed,. I was the junkie, you were my fix. Wild with darkness,. No rhythm or reason. Fistfuls of him erased the world. A braille beyond borders, I spoke with his tongue. You raved, I revealed. Hidden truths and holy madness. Bound by strings of a twisted scripture. Ritual and restraint,. Such a perverse alliance. Just ask the alleys. Brick by brick,.
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Outside In | Cognitive Dissonance
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December 7, 2015. With every nightmare, my mind still scares me. It’s like the first time each time, and sometimes I can’t make my peace. 5’5 Heels and a smile. I see you looking. Wearing the sarcasm as well as I do those jeans. Sitting pretty. Whiskey and lipstick. I can play my part out here. Presentably passable. I’m only raw on the inside. Can I feel your sex, and not my scars tonight? Make some sin, forget these stars tonight. My tiny horrors have Biblical proportions. Where precisely would I start?