Who else loves tying up their shirts? 🙋🏻 Next time I take a selfie by that plant, I better be careful because it poked the heck out of me 😆
Going to catch up on some reading for my class and then try to watch Harry Potter (since I still haven't finished Prisoner of Azkaban), without getting interrupted 50 times by my boys 😆 Good night all 👋🏼🌙 #priscillasramblings#widn#ishouldgettoffinstanow#butimaddicted
This painting of me leaves me pondering. It hints at me, I glimpse myself in the set of the mouth, angle where head and neck meet, but I do not feel I can claim the face as my own. Perhaps it doesn't matter, how I see myself. Perhaps to the artist it is a true representation.
Perhaps the many deaths I experience as an author slip from my pages, the ink on my fingertips absorbing into my blood and creating new shadows on my person.
A death of the visage, a death of the image, a mirage flickering from the heat of my skin.
Your genius is developed by everything that makes you, YOU. The struggles, the hurt, the experiences. And it can only be discovered when you realize that the so called “messiness” of your life is brilliantly amazing.
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