Stochastique

Archive of April 2012

Would you trade me for more
Of yourself when it’s silent.
Try not to give too much,
So you won’t grow tired.

And I knew you
The good and the bad,
The days I recall being wonderful
And I lost you
Coz I held it back,
Please tell me that everything will work out fine.

Pictures taken fast,
The proof that I've known you.
In albums stuck to bleach
But memories they’ll keep.

And I know you
The good and the bad,
The days I recall being wonderful
And I lost you Coz I held it back,
Please tell me that everything will work out fine.

If this is the last dance,
Then may I have it.

Last Days of April - The Days I Recall Being Wonderful

You Don’t Have to Be Pretty. You don’t owe prettiness to anyone. Not to your boyfriend/spouse/partner, not to your co-workers, especially not to random men on the street. You don’t owe it to your mother, you don’t owe it to your children, you don’t owe it to civilization in general. Prettiness is not a rent you pay for occupying a space marked “female”.

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