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365 days of Elida. The whole culture is telling you to hurry, while the art tells you to take your time. Always listen to the art. Mdash; Junot Díaz. Yayoi Kusama, different immersive amazing installations. Disabled women of color are capable and deserve to be recognized and respected. 1,109,669 notes. It’s not rly a matter of self-love as much as it is being able to stand up for yrself when you need to, and even though the latter is part of that process, it’s still not the same thing. Okay This person n...
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Friday, July 15, 2016. She stands on the edge. Feet digging into the dusty ground. Somewhere between impossibility and destiny. She looks out over the ledge. Beauty drips from the landscape. Beckoning her to rise up and be. Who she was created to be. Her hands hold tight fists. Heart beating out of chest. Shewas.created.for.this. Away from the edge. Each step filling with courage. One heart-pounding step at a time. She runs to the edge. Only hearing her own deep breath. She feels every step. The were her...