Monday, March 17, 2014

I am a wild beast.

I am the lion.
I am the plant you long to grow.
I am the bitch of queens in your deck of broken hearts.
I am the smile lingering within your deepest nightmare.
I am the lipstick you wish would stain the collar of your white shirt, secretly behind your girlfriends back.
I am the light reflecting off the top of your coffee cup.

I want to be all that I can possibly be. This is life, and life is worth living. I want to allow myself to be all that she can be, because she deserves it. I have everything to lose, and everything to gain. I'm tired of being flaky. I hate admiration. I love the lion, and the lion is me. I want to hear her roar from the bottom of her belly. Write, write, write. Style, style, style. Bring them stories to life, visually. Keep on keeping on, and remember you're better than you were yesterday. Fuck it, you're better than you were at lunch. You can be anything you want to be, and it all starts now with the choices you make in life. No, this isn't an epiphany, this is a reminder. A post-it note found under billions of scraps. This is the beginning, this is the end. Hey, I'm drunk.
Xoxo, Gossip Girl.

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