Tag: AuthenticityMatters
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Peacefully Unpeaceful
Being at peace peacefully can be unpeaceful—peacefully.It sounds ridiculous until you live it.It’s hard to be scared of thunder and lightningwhen you’ve spent your whole life standing in the storm.Then the storm finally ends,and you realize you don’t know how to exist without the wind. Peace doesn’t announce itself like victory—it creeps in like withdrawal.You’ve…
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I Am Not Uncertain
I am not uncertain. Not because I have every answer. Not because the path is clear. But because hesitation is a luxury I don’t allow myself anymore. And if you need proof, look no further than Samwise Gamgee. Samwise Gamgee wasn’t born a hero. He wasn’t chosen, he wasn’t destined, and he sure as hell…
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The Lie of Normal
Unusual is usually unusually usual. The things we call strange don’t stay strange for long. Shock wears off. Edges dull. Repetition has a way of sanding down what once cut sharp. A new habit, a wild idea, even the pain you swore you could never carry—give it enough time and it slips into routine. What…
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Some Bridges Burn Better
There are times when burning a bridge isn’t recklessness—it’s survival. Not every connection is meant to last. Some tie you to places you’ve outgrown, to people who keep you small, to versions of yourself already buried. And sometimes the only way forward is to strike the match and watch the bridge collapse so there’s no…
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Dominance Isn’t a Performance
Dominance is not a performance.It’s not about cracking whips or throwing floggers.It’s about control. Real control. And that starts with you. It’s easy to grab a flogger, crack a whip, and think that’s all it takes to be a Dominant. But here’s the truth: knowing how to use the tools doesn’t make you a master. It’s the mind behind…
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The Dark Horse
I’m a dark horse—the one they overlook, the one they dismiss, the one they never see coming until I’m already past them. I don’t run from storms; I let them break against me, because I know how to rebuild from ruin. And when the storm passes, I don’t rush to speak, because wisdom doesn’t always…
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Bruise you Beautiful
Skin rememberswhat mouths forget.Every mark a testimony,every ache a translation—where silencewas louder than beggingand the bruisewas the only witnessthat stayed. Because this isn’t romance.It’s ruin.It’s devotion carved in nerve endings,loyalty branded in ache.Not whispered promises,but vows beaten deep enoughto outlast words. The bruise doesn’t just prove you were taken—it proves you were claimed.Your body became canvas,and…
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You Miscounted
“If you counted me out, then you miscounted.” ~Dray Orion Some people saw where I started and thought they knew where I’d end up.They looked at my past, tallied up my limits, and decided I didn’t have it in me.They’ve always been quick to count me out—because they saw where I came from and figured…
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Pray
I am the whisper you can’t unhear.The pulse behind your ribs at 3 a.m., when the ceiling stares back at you.The thought you bury under noise, liquor, lovers, and lies—yet still, I rise when the world gets quiet. I am the truth you’ve known since before you had words.The One that walks with you into…
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Unfuckwitable
Unfuckwitable (adj.): Unable to be shaken, broken, or knocked off center. A state of being untouchable—not because life doesn’t hit, but because you refuse to hand over your power. That’s the definition. But here’s the truth: unfuckwitable isn’t given. It’s earned. It’s not confidence you were born with—it’s confidence you bled for. It’s what’s left…
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