Keywords: hardships , inspiration
I proudly drive foreign cars (Mazdas), wear whatever I want and whenever I want, got a sleeve tattoo at 19, and even made a blog to post about whatever is on my mind. Who knows, maybe I’m totally out of the box with these things, but it did come from four miserable years of observation in highschool hallways. It’s where the most drama is at.
https://bigdreamsofasmalltowngirl.home.blog/2021/05/02/freedom
Keywords: birthday , manifesting , positivity
I have this inner sense of security that I will love and enjoy every step of the way, even if it will be hard at times. I have that weird inner peace and trust that it will all end up for the best. I wish I could share this headspace with everybody! It’s so beautiful to be in!!!
https://ragstotita.wordpress.com/2021/03/14/its-my-birthday-and-the-world-is-mine
Keywords: mental health , mental health blog
Building an understanding of mental health in society is very much overdue. I want to be able to help those in need to know they aren’t alone, but also help the people who don’t understand or know much about mental health, understand the concept, thoughts, feelings and background of mental health.
https://learningaboutmentalhealth.com/2021/02/14/introduction-to-my-blog
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The structures in society make sense. I mean, it makes sense how those structures evolved over time. But at some point I think we lost touch of what it is to be human, purely in the pursuit of practicality, techonoligcal advancement, logistics, industry, business, and worst of all; efficiency. We sacrifice so much of ourselves and the planets resources solely in the name of efficiency. Everything has to happen fast, everything has to be on demand, travel should be as short as possible, so you can get from one place to another to do the things you don’t really like faster and more efficiently. Mankind has gone completely crazy.
https://doubleamericano.blog/2021/02/03/you-will-be-forgotten-and-thats-beautiful
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Stop being weird. Be normal. Don’t be bad. Be good. Fit in. Do what’s right. But I’m tired. And all of these weird versions of me feel like home, even though it’s a different kind of home. Somehow, here; I feel safe and good and right and normal.
https://danielledavisart.wordpress.com/2021/01/31/fuck-normal
