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Amira Idayu
You don't need lucidity to find joy. Joy is where you decide to put your heart at. There's just something about words that I love, that works in sync with codes. Solituditary, writing, imagination. Those, are my favourites.
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Amira Idayu
16. CHR, senior year. Photoshoots. Dance-offs. Mates. Fun. Digicam. Cats. Biking. Explore. Books.
Words. Dictionary. Transparency. Body rides.
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Preface. So hey. This is my blog. I love writing. The posts and titles here are inspired from real life world and experiences. Typing about hurt doesn't make me a sadist. Typing about heartbreaks doesnt mean im on post-break up denial. Typing about love and crushes doesn't mean im in love. Typing about death doesn't make me an emo kid. We are all more in depth than the naked eye can see. I hate being ridiculed. I think I won't be uploading as much photos here now that Facebook is available. Read on, comment, whatever. Enjoy articulating or connecting my words with your life. Welcome.
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Amira Idayu.
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You know that feeling, when you wake up feeling too good. The sun is shining, the skies are too blue. Your mind's refreshed and you even smile. Just when you thought you're feeling good, teeny tiny memories rain on you. An they aren't pretty at all. Makes you shut down. When everything else in the world tells you to jump for it. Tells you to take the risk, take the plunge. They tell you that everyone fears rejection, it’s just a matter of how much you’re willing to stand until you take that dive. They tell you to love and everything will be better in the world. The sun will shine. They tell you that love conquers all. That love doesn't hurt. Love is beautiful. Love is for all. Everyone is cut out for love. They say there's always someone out there for you. What they failed to tell you is that; it brings you high before it thumps you down to the ground. I've seen people in high low places. How they were took in by love and how they were through love. It sure was pretty at first but it turned sour along the way. Not everyone is cut out for love between a boy and a girl. Some people may not be cut out for love in that aspect. But love between a mother and a daughter? Father and son? A homeless guy and passion? Yes, for whatever you lack, you make up for it. Yours. |
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