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melissasdreams · 2 months
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To all my fellow trans-sisters out there … Never forget to Live Your Truth. You will always be so much HAPPIER AND MORE FULFILLED AS A WOMAN. Be brave. It will be worth it! #live your truth #melissasdreams
Love, Melissa ⭐️💖🌸🌸💖⭐️
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avocadotoast0 · 7 months
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LOOK AT THEM. MY GOLDEN TRIO!!!!
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jl-geex · 2 years
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Hair refresh 😘✌🏼
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eightfordentistry · 1 month
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A day to remember!
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ciannasparks · 1 year
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keep it cute  💋
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ttgry23 · 8 months
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i miss the 2014-2016 era so bad😒
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sunlovemoon · 2 years
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people are always judging me for staying up so late and not sleeping enough but they don't know how it feels to be awake in the cursed hours when the whole world is asleep, and you should be too... but you're not. They don't know how sacred it is to wander through the empty, dark, cold halls lit up only by the night candle in your hand and moonlight. They don't know how chilling it feels to enter a completely, pitch black room and look through the window only to see a hundred of brilliant stars among with them an omnious, strangely red moon threating me with it's size.
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charming-merlin · 2 years
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Part 2 of Meeting Peter Franzén
Part 1 is here
In the meantime I got the full tattoo ♡
EDIT:
I got reactions from Jasper and Peter 😭 I still can't believe it.
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gargiyadav · 2 years
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* A Journal Entry *
I feel like a multitude of phenomena fused together haphazardly that have the
potential to bring about great things. Things that are not restrained by someone’s
condescending glances or things that lose their flair with regular, bitter tastes of
disapproval. I want to be free. Free from the clutches, however big or small, and
roam in an open field of green sprawling grass and clear blue sky. I want to be
that person who runs wildly in and around the empty space with swaying arms
and a free body. Like the girl, you see in cinemas, whose bodies feel untouched
by the agonies of the world. Who sway around childishly with a smile on their
face as broad as the crescent moon’s curves. You know just by looking at them
that they are free as if the word free has personified itself just to teach the world
the real meaning of freedom and tell them that they were in denial all this while.
It’s this, the arc on her face, the glow that has adorned her face so beautifully. It
is her liveliness, the unrestrained potential that is gleaming on her skin. That is
what I want to become. The girl who is not scared of running. The girl who is
not engrossed in the triviality of “what’s to come” and rather, expresses herself
willfully, without fearing rejection. Is it too much to ask for? Is it too big of a
dream to see all my colors decorating one canvas?
I want to pluck out the roots of whatever this is and plant a new plant
somewhere else. It’s like I am in my body but my real self is waiting for me
somewhere far away. Sitting in a corner of some street mumbling something
low and unintelligible. Probably saying something really close to my heart. But
why do I imagine myself this way? Why is it that the thought of a distant land
somehow makes me feel freer and lighter? Just the thought of it? And in my
opinion, this business of dreaming about a foreign land and making pleasant
fantasies about it is always a recipe for disaster. Because pain is inevitable,
homeland or foreign land. And I know it. I know well enough that you cannot
avoid misery. Is there a special power that I have that will save me from danger?
No. I cannot avoid it. Yet the idea of a foreign land soothes me like no other.
Maybe I am someone who loves dreaming no matter how hopeless I become.
Dreaming will always be a fanciful thing to do and it will always make me
happy no matter what. But I have realized that dreaming and achieving are two
very different things. Poles apart perhaps. And I am speaking from my own
experience. You can achieve a dream you dreamt of years ago and yet when you
think of the butterfly feeling you felt while you dreamt that dream for the first
time, you realize that sort of crazy excitement doesn't exist in present, even
though you have realized that dream.
This has to do with my hasty mind. The mind is restless and fearful. As if it can
never be better than I imagined it. As if I do not deserve to be truly happy. Why
do I not deserve to be truly happy? That I do not know. But this idea of being
truly happy is like an impossible thing for me to achieve. It is also the thing that
every cell in my body craves. The state of being fearless. The state of being
completely alive. The state of bursting with ecstasy every second. I
subconsciously feel that I can never achieve that. It is just a big impossibility
that I will be very foolish to aim towards. And if I do not believe in its
possibility, then how will I ever see it happening?
And that’s the answer to my misery. I just do not believe in pure happiness. I
think I am not worthy of it or it just won’t happen to me ever. In this big world,
I am a tiny bundle of insecurities. And I want to release all of these tapped
energies that are doing me no good. The world is huge and it is generous. If I
can be a bundle of joy instead of insecurities, then why shouldn’t I be? If I
realize the sprawling potential within me. If I start listening to that girl sitting in
some corner of a foreign land and reply to her in return, not softly but in a bold
clear voice, that “We are at peace”. And if I imagine that happy girl running in
open fields to be no other than myself. If I truly believe in happiness, then I can
be happy too.
But it all starts from one belief. However small and insignificant you think it
might be, it is what actually makes a difference. If I believe in the possibility of
real happiness with every fiber of my being, then happiness is just a step away.
But otherwise, it is nothing but an inconvenience and inaccessibility. An
impossibility you aim towards and secretly crave for. Aiming to reap the
sweetest of fruits not knowing that the very seed is missing.
Only belief can transform it from an impossibility to a possibility.
- gargi
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melissasdreams · 2 months
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For all you beautiful girls out there … Never forget to Live Your Truth. You will be so much HAPPIER AND MORE FULFILLED AS A WOMAN. Be brave, start hormones and live the life of your dreams.. It will be worth it!
#live your truth #melissasdreams
Love, Melissa xxx ⭐️⭐️💖🌸💖⭐️⭐️
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jellyfish0-0 · 1 year
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I'm manifesting positivity<3
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jl-geex · 2 years
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Just lil’ old me 🤍
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wordsonwordsonwords · 2 years
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The sun is streaming through my room. The fan is going, it is the only way I can feel the breeze because my windows don’t open.
There are things I need to do today, but right now I am both cool and warm. Overall, I am content.
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You know the happiest of the group, once in a while looses her smile and her eyes give way to the ocean of sadness within her. Yes, she might never accept it but she secretly wants someone she can rely on. Don't make her feel like she's the caretaker or she will never let you in on her little secret that she holds. The secret is, happiness too comes with a price. Price of being overshadowed when it comes to getting comfort.
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whumpderhoy · 2 years
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just learned ravens can speak and I am single-handedly the happiest girl on the planet
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midnightdreamblr · 2 years
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Von Hamburg bis zum Nordkapp 🇳🇴 🚐💨
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