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Perspective

I don’t know how many times I have to remind myself that I don’t know what I’ve got til it’s gone. Such trite words, but true. Something can seem like such a drama, sparking hot acidic rage inside me, and then suddenly something else comes along, so much worse. And once again I’m left thinking - why do I ever care about meaningless bullshit. I guess it's the human condition, to take something small, twist and turn it in our minds and then glare angrily at a magnified image of it. When there’s not much else to lay our eyes on at that time. And then there is.

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Unwelcome

Thunderchild wants to hit back. Liberty throws out words. Confusing, cryptic garble. Thunderchild burns inside. Steadfast burns too. Things are so topsy-turvey in this world with these characters. Thunderchild can never quite tell which way is up. Double standards. Thunderchild tries to breathe, well done Thunderchild, but she wants to spit back. So out of line. Steadfast says no though, let it go child. What’s the point, waste of time, drop it. 

This makes no sense. Just breath Thunderchild. You know how it is, you do. Rise above Thunderchild. It's not us.

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When I was young, I used to write. Before I started to smoke cigarettes. Before social media was a thing (mindless vacuum enabling us to cut off from our emotions and float along in a temporary blissful state of dissociation). I wrote stories, sometimes poetry. And yeah, the writing was crap. Back then I didn’t seem to care about being crap like I do now. It worked, I guess - the writing. As a coping mechanism. Certainly worked better than some of the other strategies I’ve toyed with over the years. Maybe now I’ll try that out again. 15 odd years later? Yeah, why not?

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The call of the “aw yeahs”

Thunderchild felt the familiar acidic waves rush through her body. The urge to explode with anger. A tidal wave of resentment, threatening to unleash. Liberty’s laugh. Mocking and oh so infuriating. Like a toddler, like a toddler. But more awkward and insecure, Thunderchild notes, as she attempts to soothe herself with these reminders. “aw yeah okay, aw yeah okay”. Who talks like that. She replays the whiny superficial nothingness in her mind, like a stuck tape. Liberty doesn’t know though. Concepts at play that reach beyond her grasp. I don’t get you Liberty, are you trying to wind me up? Thunderchild wonders. Don’t kid yourself Thunderchild, she whispers to herself. Liberty cannot change. Can’t change what you don’t know. Maybe Liberty doesn’t need to change. Maybe that’s not it. Thunderchild closes her eyes and breaths. Keep your eye on the prize girl, she says. When they go low, we go high. Remember that. Remember what’s important now. Thunderchild clutches that perspective, that Liberty seems so adept at ripping away. But Thunderchild continues to fight. Let Liberty do what they will, there’s no point in trying to change that. Thunderchild, you will rise above. 

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“Having spent too many years in show business, the one thing I see that succeeds is persistence. It’s the person who just ain’t gonna go home. I decided early on that I wasn’t going to go home. This is what I’ll be doing until they put me in jail or in a coffin.”

— David Mamet

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By: Yaoyao Instagram: @artwoonz

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All things are beautiful, until the moment our minds make the reckless decision that they are not.

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On things changing...

There are all sorts of ways to be let down. It’s not always some wild, catastrophic thing, blind-sighting us at 3.36pm on a Sunday afternoon. It’s not always that flood of adrenaline as our brain connects the dots of betrayal and heartbreak. It’s not always something we can point a trembling finger at. No. Sometimes you just wake up one day and you know. You know. The silence. A calmness that is just too still, too still that that thing just doesn’t seem alive anymore. I still can’t decide which is worse.