Wherever you go, go with all your heart -Confucius. Real or not the struggle must and will be felt vis-à-vis pain as one quote thunderously echoes. I will gracefully rise above. A pen in one hand. A heart on a weary sleeve. Scribbling bittersweet, hardly ever,. Love-something, crush-nothings, onto these crumpled paper pieces. Finding the pieces of me apparently lost. Seeking words that heal me,.

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A Field Guide to Getting Lost by Rebecca Solnit. That thing the nature of which is totally unknown to you is usually what you need to find, and finding it is a matter of getting lost. Hai ini adalah Blog Ku Ke 4 Tapi disini Post sangat berbeda. Mau tahu Ya Tunggu Aja dan pantengin terus Blog ini Ya. To list all of the overt and subtle misogyny I faced as a homeschooled girl would be exhausting. The anecdotes and comments still rise to the surface, however.

The way he and Drew planned how to surprise me with breakfast and cake and presents. But my hair and boobs were on my mind the most because in the week leading up to my birthday, one friend had to shave her head and another friend found out she might be losing her breasts.