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Explore musings demystifying spirituality, ways of reconciling the dualistic nature of existence, sneaky self-care ideas, and metaphorical life-lessons from dogs. Despite my flaws, mental illness, and the fact that all of civilization sort of feels like it’s falling apart, I’ve built a delightful inner self in a world of chaos. And I’m not special—that’s what’s so beautiful.
The things I didn't say because I didn't want be murdered. {Repost
"Hey Girl! You need a bodyguard."
Fucking cool. What woman doesn't love an unfamiliar man yelling passive aggressive cat calls while out alone at night? This yell is clearly directed at me, but I ignore the comment and inconspicuously check my surroundings. Noting the 5-7 men standing near the train platform on my side of the guardrail, dressed in dark but otherwise nondescript clothing. No one else is nearby for at least a block in any direction.
"You're too sexy to be out here alone like this…"