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Self-expression as hope and liberation.

They always come for the wild ones

They always come for the freaks

I don't fit quite like they like it and now they've come for me

They always wanna change me

They wanna make me weak

I don't keep quiet like they like it and now they've come for me

 

An easy target, an easy mark

But how you think I got this far?

I'll turn to face you

Then I'll erase you

Before I do

 

I'll take this moment like I own it

Ain't seen the last of me

'Cause I will be the last one standing

Walk through the fire, it takes me higher

Ain't seen the last of me

'Cause I will be the last one standing

 

I won’t let you kill me

Not like you could

They say you only die one time and Imma make mine good

You think you got me cornered

But here's what you don’t know

You didn’t get the best of me

I saved that for myself

 

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Be you.

 

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Guest model: Anonymous

 

Originally featured on the April 2021 cover of Attention SL Magazine.

hi there, stoppin’ by to say hello, brought you a flower to thank you for your visit.

 

I wish you a most wonderful day. enjoy!

“This is my morning face. When I am less than full of grace ...

No make-up, hair's a mess, shiny nose, gazing into outer space.

Love me or leave me or cast me gently into morning ...” - AP

 

“When I started counting my blessings, my whole life turned around.”

 

- Willie Nelson

 

Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=f6pQcpFnXOI

ANSWER – SARAH MCLACHLAN

 

BENEDICTION

 

The gentle rain that melts away all doubts

all fears and judgements that are better to cast out

so that inside us we can rest our weary minds

allow our hearts to beat a rhythmic kind

of tune and dance until our heart's are quite content

allow in grace and benediction meant

to soothe our souls; allow our aching limbs to rest

acceptance is a blessing; let it do it's best

to heal us and to warm the chillness from our bones

so only light can enter and radiate outwards and atone

for all those times when we were not quite perfect

let slip away those things and start again

newborn; rejuvenated; without pain

focus clearly on the point of light and then refrain

from ever letting darkness overshadow what you know is true

that all things come to pass and so will I and so will you

right or wrong, so many petty little things

prevent us from being joyous; clip our fragile wings

soften; softer; soft and peaceful now

inhale; exhale a lighter pale of purest, white as snow

the smallest problems that we each allowed

focus on each breath; let passing thoughts float by

it's possible you know to let our troubles

slip away from us like clouds up in the sky

it's easy but you have to want to make it so

my mind was racing fast, but now it has no place to go

no place that it would rather be, you see

than resting in this moment's silence

it allows me to be me

it allows me to be free …

 

- AP - Copyright © remains with and is the intellectual property of the author

 

Copyright © protected image please do not reproduce without permission

 

Every friendship carries its own rhythm. One person is quiet, another expressive; one leads, another lingers. We are drawn to the differences at first, but it is the companionship that gives them meaning. The strongest connections rarely require matching personalities—only a willingness to walk the same path for a while.

A story half seen, half withheld.

Between what is written and what is lived, identity becomes something we perform, conceal, and quietly reshape.

Not every page tells the truth—and not every truth is meant to be read.

 

Shot taken at Sony Alpha workshop.

Every generation finds its own way of walking through history. Fashion changes, music changes, and identities evolve, yet the old stones remain, quietly witnessing each passing age. The contrast is not one of conflict but of continuity—new lives unfolding against a backdrop that has welcomed countless others before them.

It’s not kind. The greed, the wielding of power to hurt and deceive others, survival of the fittest. Beauty is there, but she doesn’t really belong.

Down by the river by the boats

Where everybody goes to be alone

Where you won't see any rising sun

 

Down to the river we will run

When by the water we drinks to the dregs

Look at the stones on the riverbed

I can tell from your eyes

You've never been by the riverside

 

Down by the water the riverbed

Somebody calls you somebody says

Swim with the current and float away

Down by the river every day

 

Oh my god I see how everything is torn in the river deep

And I don't know why I go the way

Down by the riverside

....

 

Riverside

The movement came from within,

a deliberate turn,

a quiet decision to step outside the stillness of the street

and make something of her own.

 

The fabric followed,

not leading, not pulling—

just echoing what she had already chosen.

 

For a brief second,

the world rearranged itself around her motion—

light, pavement, the silent architecture behind—

all bending slightly to the shape of that turn.

 

Some moments aren’t found.

They’re made.

 

And this one—

however small, however fleeting—

belonged entirely to her.

All aboard the Kawaii Splash Express, where the water’s clear, the vibes are neon, and the star plushie is a must.

Bikini on sass, hair loud in pink and yellow, and zero stops for boring.

Splashing through life at the Love Station Swimming Pool, cuteness definitely encouraged.

Words hurt. They may not break bones, but can break hearts. They can hurt a lot more than physical abuse. They stick to you, and you start to believe that they are you. They do affect us. They are worse than sticks and stones.

 

I wrote these while looking in a mirror, which means all of them were backwards! it is extremely hard to write on yourself backwards with eyeliner, legibly.

 

I've changed the license so that my work can be reposted, but please tell me and do not make derivative works, which means do not change it in anyway! This does not give you free right to take credit for my work. If you do repost, please link it back to my flickr. thanks!

   

Hair

 

Truth Collective x Litterbug - Mochi

 

available at Hair Fair

(direct tp to the booth)

 

Truth like every year donating 50% of all Mochi hair sales to Wigs for Kids.

 

See details for the Hair Fair hairfair.wordpress.com/

  

Outfit

 

(fd) Belle Top

 

TETRA - Sonya Skirt

Speaking of birds (!), months ago I had ordered this beautiful pendant *just because* I really loved it! In trying to write a review, I chose a card I had made awhile back . . . it's busy, but I enjoyed the challenge!

 

I always love reading the *symbolism* of certain animals and birds, so this is what I discovered from my google search:

 

As psychologist and intuitive Matthias Dettmann tells mindbodygreen, "Peacock symbolism communicates themes of beauty, self-expression, confidence, royalty, and spirituality."

 

And according to Johanna Aúgusta, numerologist and owner of the Ministry of Numerology,"Peacock symbolism has many meanings, including creativity, regrowth, and renewal."

When the world turns cold,

grow something warm inside yourself.

 

When everything around you feels muted,

choose color.

 

When the days get heavy,

carry light.

 

You don’t have to match the weather,

the mood,

the expectations,

or the noise around you.

 

Choose your own climate.

Your own rhythm.

Your own bloom.

 

Be the season you need -

even if it’s spring in the middle of winter.

 

Happenstance

Taken while I was riding a tuktuk in Bangkok, Thailand. I took this shot to let all my flickr friends know that I still exist. LOL!

[Just a psycho who loves knives ... what of it? O.o]

 

♛ Sponsors ♛

⇸ Cat Fight hand scratches: eerie. (at Dollholic Event!)

⇸ Rosecea face details: eerie. (at Dollholic Event!)

⇸ Dress: EXCY

 

✠ Credits ✠

⇸ Hair: Nova

⇸ Barbed Wire tattoo: eerie.

 

Want to know something I have used? Just ask ッ

The air hums softly, thick with calm,

A stillness cradled in nature’s palm.

Time bends and slows, its edges blur,

In this retreat, all thoughts confer.

 

A gentle rhythm fills the air,

Flowing water, a tranquil prayer.

The world dissolves, the mind expands,

Balance rests in unseen hands.

 

Here, the soul learns how to breathe,

To drink the peace the falls bequeath.

Joy is simple, unadorned

A fleeting still, where life is formed.

 

The pulse of solitude beats deep,

Waking dreams that dare to leap.

In this space, no need to strive,

The heart’s own harmony comes alive.

 

Happenstance

 

Happy

 

♛ Sponsor ♛

⇸ Aria Fishnets: violxnce

 

✠ Credits ✠

⇸ Hair: Opale

⇸ Boots: 718 Niya Boots

⇸ Top Harness: CryBunBun

⇸ Shorts: Dreem | MERCH

 

There’s something about pink that doesn’t ask for permission.

 

It doesn’t apologize for being soft.

It doesn’t try to be louder than it is.

It just exists glowing gently, confidently, beautifully.

 

Today felt like that.

 

Standing there surrounded by blush balloons and clean lines, I felt suspended in my own little bubble. Like the world had softened its edges just enough for me to breathe. The geometric wall behind me felt structured, steady… but the floating spheres? They felt like thoughts. Like dreams. Like the parts of me that are still learning how to rise.

 

I’ve always been this mix of things.

 

Soft but not fragile.

Sweet but not naïve.

Romantic but guarded.

 

There’s a quiet power in femininity when you stop trying to harden it. When you let yourself glow instead of grind. When you hold your softness like it’s something sacred instead of something to defend.

 

And maybe that’s what this moment really was.

 

Not about posing.

Not about perfection.

Not about being watched.

 

Just about existing in a space that feels like cotton candy air and choosing to take up room inside it.

 

Pink isn’t weakness.

 

It’s warmth.

It’s transformation.

It’s light hitting you just right and deciding to shine back.

 

And I think I’m finally learning how to shine back.

 

✧ Worn in This Post ✧

📱 Event Item

 

[Belamour] Flutter Babe iPhone

• Includes decor version + holding version

• 6 textures

• At LABEL Event (March 1 – March 13)

 

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👚 Mainstore Items

 

[Belamour] Treese Top – FATPACK

• Reborn & Legacy

• Includes Waifus version

 

[Belamour] Treese Jeans – FATPACK

• Reborn & Legacy

 

📍 Belamour Mainstore LM:

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In three months time, I will be thirty. What’s the big deal with it? Nothin’ really. I just said it. Trying to be crazy and adventurous once in a while is a very enriching experience. Be bold. Try. Discover. After all, you only live once

“Sometimes you've got to let everything go - purge yourself. If you are unhappy with anything . . . whatever is bringing you down, get rid of it. Because you'll find that when you're free, your true creativity, your true self comes out.”

~Tina Turner quotes

 

Feast on black!

 

Sorry guys for not posting a selfie shot lately, felt so locked up..but now i'm fine and hopping about! :)

 

Check out my friend, Kamran's photography. He's new around here and it would be nice of you to give him some constructive feedback. :) Thanks.

 

For the reverse rainbow theme: Yellow.

Wait up for orange tommorow! xD

 

E X P L O R E D

South Lake Tahoe, California

 

We spent much of our daytimes in the Lake Tahoe area away from the lake, but in the evenings seemed to gravitate toward the water. This photo captures some of the activity late in the day as well as the setting.

EXPLORE

I was looking at fashion articles and was inspired to do my hair differently today. =P You can't see the style, but the light theme was inspired by the hair.. (I'm now a firm believer in lightboxes btw. *lol*) I like how it turned out. =D

I might have done a bigger crop.. but i wasn' very happy with my posture. 9_9 but, i do like the close framed look.. I think it adds a bit of mystery. =P

-Day64-

Not your Barbie girl, I don’t play nice, Too much fire, too much spice. 🔥✨

 

Neon glows, I shine too bright, Break the mold, rewrite the fight.

 

You want perfect? I’m too wild, Sugarcoated ain't my style. 🍬💥

 

No fake smiles, no quiet game, I take up space, I make my name.

 

Plastic world? Not my scene, Dripping colors, neon queen. 🌈👑

 

So keep watching, stare all day, But you can’t mold me your own way.

 

I glow fierce, I break the mold, Too untamed to be controlled.

[this mxtherfuxkin picture took me four tries to get to save to my pc. I wanna thank my pc for making me hate it even more than I already do. good fuxkin job \o/

I didnt think it possible.]

 

- CREDITS -

Hair ➛ Truth "Twisted"

Dress ➛ Freya

Lipstick ➛ Pumec

Nails ➛ Pecheresse

 

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