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By: Anonymous
Date: 2023-08-20T00:33:25.752403Z
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Date: 2023-08-20T00:33:25.752403Z
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Date: 2023-08-20T05:18:27.693508Z
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Date: 2023-08-18T19:56:45.087879Z
Thats a big question to answer bc our view for ourselves doesn't match with others. Either is better or worse. I believe that if you know yourself then u can do or don't whats right or wrong. I was always proud of myself even for my mistakes or decisions that either was for my future or my personal matters. I am an introvert Sagittarius even at 37 i have those moments but I'm there whenever u need me, I'm your crying shoulder I'm ready to kill fory family and my loved ones. I will hear you i will tell you my opinion but the choise is yours. So I'm proud of me and myself bc i haven't let anything to change me. I'll always be Evi !!!! P.s DON'T ALLOW ANYONE AND ANYTHING TO CHANGE U
Date: 2023-08-20T04:10:05.371971Z
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Date: 2023-08-21T02:53:05.978963Z
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Date: 2023-08-19T04:35:33.801881Z
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Date: 2023-08-19T01:59:25.234510Z
When I achieve my goals that I have set out for myself and by others like my mentor who knows how to push me and allows me to make mistakes but is there when I need his advice. Me knowing that people who have said or even thought that I wasnt worth the time or energy to believe in are always proven wrong when I achieve my goals and they are still where they are at blamming everyone but themselves where they are. I have been around people who blame their life on the government not protecting them and giving others handouts but them when it's really about their choices in life of what they achive and don't achive. Everytime I achieve something I brag about it to myself everyday that "Hey I achieve that goal which I thought was so hard but really it was super easy so what's my next goal going to be and is it going to teach me a new skill or something new about myself that I just happen to wake up inside of me." That is how great people over come their problems and allow to improve themselves everyday. I also learn from not achieving goals that I need to find a different route to it because route a didn't work out for me but maybe route b will. Even if I fail from achieving the goal I know I try my hardest and I will be better next time I set that same goal. I also enjoy seeing the looks of my haters when they know that I'm achieving my goals and they arent because of their choices. It's all about believing in yourself and not listening to what others say about you that will make you succeed or fail. If you get the haters in your head with their negativity then they win but if you have them in your head as positive thoughts like "You wont make a million dollars in a year" instead you say "I wont make a million dollars in a year instead I will make a million dollars in 6 months." Then you have won the battle no matter what the out come is. Stay positive and use negative as the fuel for you to make your goals and so how much you have grown as a person.
Date: 2020-05-28T08:50:52.453770Z
I'm not sleeping at night. I'm not sleeping at all really. I don't feel myself. I feel... somber. I'm unsure. I don't even know the right words. I have the need to say something coupled with the inability to do so. I live enclosed. I think about all the wrong things. I think about too many things. But I know what this is. Another round in the ring. The traitor inside my head is back. She’s popping up more often recently. Opportunist that she is. Circumstances being in her favor unfortunately. So the balance is off for the foreseeable future. And I’ve become clay. Wet clay that can’t set. I can't set. I can’t settle. I have to find new ways to adjust to a new world. A world that continues to change a little bit quicker than I can keep up. I had habits. Not a routine in any way… but habits. I wasn’t even aware that they mattered that much really until I couldn’t do them anymore. I don’t prefer structure to chaos, neither works well for me, but I do need the stability of a middle ground. It’s a requirement for functioning. Which I’m presently not doing particularly well. It’s times like these when it’s hard to remember the good things. Heightening the awareness that the good never lasts. Attempting to hide the fact that neither does the bad. It's knowing that this can't go on forever. But there is an anchor tied around my ankles. I'm in doubt. What I have. Why it matters. I have doubts. An irrationality that I’m not equipped enough to keep this fight going. To trust I can win. That I feel so many moves behind just intensifies that I am the underdog. It feels insurmountable. Only I’m writing this having survived every one of my insurmountable days. That’s what I cling onto. Whatever the outside world would have me believe. Whatever I would have me believe. The struggle only makes me stronger. Even when I can't see the positives. Or I can’t get out of bed. I seek clarity of mind and am reminded that there is a place for me and I'm deserving of it. We all are. Donny Hathaway sang of us only being ripples of a stream. Not everyone can swim. Sometimes we must tread, we must float. We must ripple. Never forgetting how important the shore is. Whatever the tide, whatever the waves, it’s always there. Whatever the distance it seems away it can be reached. There’s no romance in going under. Nothing to reverse the permanence. That that which is temporary surrounds us loosely. And to place our feet back on steady ground, the anchor lightens. I'm not sleeping anymore. I don't feel myself. I'm anxious. I wish to say what I can not say. I'm full of thoughts. I'm unbalanced. I don't feel solid. I'm falling behind. Looking for a center. Knowing nothing lasts, between heaven and hell. I value the power of patience. Drawing on strength. Because I am immersed by this battle. I am immersed in the water. I feel an exhaustion that is impossible to name. I feel everything on top of me. But I remain willing to fight. I remain willing to ripple... Until I make it to the shore.
Date: 2024-07-12T03:10:41.610253Z
Chapter Twenty-Four: The Spirit of the Sword (Part 1 of 2) Lila and Link walked through a dark tunnel that shone with stars and lines. Before long, a bright white light filled their vision. Lila put an arm up to block the light from her view, but it was over in a flash. Then they were in Rova’s room. “What? How?” Rova said, mystified. Before she could do more, Link grabbed Lila’s hand and ran out of the room. “Where’s the Master Sword?” Link demanded, running down the halls. “In my room,” Lila answered. “What are you–?” “We have to stop Rova!” Link said. Lila heard something and looked back. Rova was hot on their trail. Lila shouted, “Hurry, she’s behind us!” Link let go of Lila’s hand and ran faster. She hurried to catch up to him. “This way,” Lila said. She guided Link through lesser-used halls, hoping to avoid running into anyone. A tongue of flame nearly hit Lila. “Duck!” The two lowered their heads but kept up their mad dash. An icicle shot at them but missed. How long would their luck keep up? Could they make it to Lila’s room and the Master Sword in time? Lila and Link continued to dodge the flames and ice blasts. Then the attacks stopped. Lila didn’t know why, and she didn’t care. “Keep moving,” she warned. Finally, safely, they made it to Lila’s room. “Move!” she shouted to the guards at her door. She barreled inside, grabbed the Master Sword, and whipped around to fight. She came out of the room and said to the guards, “Protect yourselves. This fight is bigger than you.” “Give me a sword,” Link told one of the guards. “No time for arguing,” Lila said. “Give him your sword and hide in my room!” The guard did what was asked of him. Then Rova walked casually around the corner. Not thinking straight, Lila struck out with the Master Sword. Rova easily blocked her with a wall of ice. “Tisk tisk,” Rova said. “That was weak, Lila. How you managed to defeat our other form, we’ll never know. Time for you to go back to the Twilight Realm.” Rova raised her hands, one holding her staff and the other holding the mirror shard. She chanted, but nothing happened. “Strange,” Rova said. “I guess that’s no longer an option. I’ll have to send you somewhere else. Perhaps… the Desert Mine will do?” “No!” Lila shouted, but this time Rova’s chanting took effect. The cramped hallway faded and rock walls took its place. It was dark, but torches lined the walls, burning as fiercely as the day Lila crawled through the dungeon. Lila stood there for a minute to get over the shock. Link wasn’t faring much better. They had to hang on to the wall to keep from losing balance. “Watch out for screamers,” Lila warned in a low voice. “What’s that?” “When they scream, your whole body locks up. You can do nothing until the effect wears off, which gives them time to attack you. They’re slow,” Lila explained. “I wish we had a ranged weapon. We’ll just have to avoid them as much as we can.” “I think I know what you’re talking about,” Link said. “ReDead Knights?” “Yeah, that’s what Zale called them.” “Okay. Give me the Master Sword. I know how to handle them.” “Not on your life,” Lila said, pulling away from him. Link managed to grab her wrist but not the sword. “C’mon. Give it to me!” As they grappled, the sword was raised high in the air. Link was able to touch the hilt with one finger…
Date: 2021-10-05T01:48:26.399231Z
She sat up, almost collapsing on the couch, putting the glass on the floor and drinking straight from the bottle. Jessie didn't really know what to do, but she was sure that staying in the shadows looking at her was not a good idea. She thought of leaving, as quietly as possible, but if the woman saw her it would be very strange. She cleared her throat, trying to get noticed as subtly as possible. However, the woman did not seem to notice it. She did it one more time, and this time the answer was a sob. Yes, that beautiful woman was crying, in front of her, not knowing that she could see and hear her. She stepped closer, still keeping a safe distance so as not to scare her, and finally made up her mind to speak. “Excuse me, are you okay?” She said it slowly and shyly, almost whispering. However, it caused the other woman to freak out a bit upon hearing it. - I'm sorry, I tried to make myself notice before, but I don't think you heard me - She excused herself, smiling slightly. The woman looked at her for a few seconds, her eyes glazed and her gaze lost, her makeup a little smudged from tears. The image was a bit sad, she thought, but still she was sure that she would never see a more beautiful woman. “No, I'm sorry. I didn't even notice if there was anyone else here. Generally, no one enters the library. I usually hide here” She smiled back, but Jessie could tell it was an empty one. She moved a little closer, until she reached another of the sofas, resting her hands on the backrest. “So, is everything okay?” She felt a bit silly asking that, knowing that it was obvious that it wasn't. But, she wasn't sure what else to say. “I guess I do not give a good image at the moment, right?” The woman laughed sarcastically, leaning back in her seat, taking the glass from the floor. She poured some whiskey into it and stretched it out to Jessie, who shook her head. After the refusal, she drank the content herself, without taking her eyes off Jessie. “I'm Taylor, by the way. I think if you've already seen me cry, you should at least know my name, right?” She smiled, and Jessie returned the gesture, spellbounded. “Jessie” She stretched her hand towards Taylor, clasping hers between her fingers, confirming that her skin was as soft and delicate as she had imagined. “Well, Jessie, why don't you sit down and distract me for a bit? Company suits me well right now” She proposed, indicating with a gesture towards the sofa. Jessie obeyed, sitting up slowly. Once again, Taylor offered her the glass and she accepted. She took a sip, barely allowing her lips to get wet with the liquid, wondering if the peculiar taste it had was from the lips of the woman in front of her soaked in the glass. She returned the glass to her, and felt her entire body vibrate when she saw her drink from it again, keeping her eyes on her as if provoking her. “I don't think I've seen you here before, I'm sure I'd remember you” She smiled and Jessie thanked the lack of light, because she was sure she had blushed. “It's your first time?” She raised her eyebrows suggestively, and the temperature in Jessie's body increased exponentially. “Actually yes. But, I don't think I'll come back... this... this is not for me - she confessed, embarrassed, looking away. Taylor sat up slightly, placing her hand on Jessie's knee. The brunette fixed her gaze on that exact spot, breathing heavily at the contact. “I thought the same. And now, I'm not sure I can live any other way” She looked up again, meeting Taylor's blue eyes completely darkened, looking at her with such intensity that she wasn't sure if she could keep her gaze for long. “Actually, it's my husband who organizes all this” Jessie felt her stomach twist when she heard that. Sure, the only woman she was interested in for a long time, and she was participating in swinger parties and married. Another triumph for her love life. Taylor leaned back again, crossing her legs and taking another long drink from the glass. “He and I got married on a business arrangement, you know? My family's company was in crisis because my older sister was part of a fraud with her drug dealer boyfriend, can you believe it?” Jessie opened her eyes, surprised. It was obvious that the alcohol was making Taylor talk too much. “So, my father and Dean's, my husband, reached an agreement. We had been friends all our lives, so it didn't seem like such a big sacrifice, much less when we agreed that we didn't have to be exclusive. It is a completely false marriage, which allows us to live a good life. And he was the one who introduced me to this world” She raised her arms, pointing around. “I... no, I don't know what to say, really” Jessie was suddenly uncomfortable, she never really imagined hearing a story like the one Taylor had just told her. “It’s okay, I would judge you if you reacted differently, in fact” She answered, laughing. “Well, I think I should go back to being the great hostess” She stood up, putting the bottle and glass on the table in front of them, completely empty. “It was a pleasure meeting you, Jessie” Taylor extended her hand to Jessie again, and she took it, enjoying once more the warmth of her skin. When they let go, Taylor walked away, but with a grace worthy of someone who knew very well how to move even in that drunken state. She opened the door and, before leaving, turned to look at Jessie once more. “And, Jessie?” The dark haired woman frowned “I hope to see you again” She finished, and then left her in the complete darkness of the room, surrounded by books, doubts, questions, thousands of butterflies in her stomach and a smile on her face.