Yasss
Be a troublemaker – be the rock-ribbed exception.
Be an undaunted pig-head, beyond correction.
Revolt in defiance against the alliance
Of savages and brutes, carpers and prudes.
They’ll try to unnerve with opinions and questions,
Notions, convictions, belief and perceptions.
And intimidate they will with censure and hate.
But be brave. Be audacious
Be sweetly tenacious, unflinchingly shameless
About your wicked wild ways.
~Tanya~
(Picture Courtesy – webneel.com)

A Buddhist monk who studied and meditated on the teachings of Buddha for over a decade wanted to speak with an enlightened one who dwelled alone in a small temple high in the mountains. He prepared for his journey eager to hear his teaching. After 7 days of rigorous hiking he reached the temple.
The master greeted him and welcomed him inside. The master put some tea on to boil and they sat in silence. The monk became very eager and unsettled in not hearing his teaching. The master poured the tea and sat with the monk. The monk didn’t drink his tea and began questioning his master of Buddha.
The master replied.. “You have studied Buddhism for 20 years and can not simply enjoy this cup of tea?” The monk wept…. as another step to enlightenment lay under his feet….
Nina Yin
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Death is kinda cool when ya get used to it! Shieeet* I’m translucent.
When a “faggot” passes on, sometimes they drag-on.. “Dragon,”m MORELIKEIT! imploring that I’m coming for YOUR LIFE. Shit
Loosening up your floorboards creeking* creeping toward yours.
You called me a freak cause I wore make, up… my lace covered face tasting your blood ingedient of your hate as you wake up.
Sweeter than sex is revenge let’s pretend YOU made amends,
I’ll chill a moment… amen”
Playing pianos in your in bed while your shitting yourself alone eyes wide as a full moon lit. Fit of despair your screams are useless. Or maybe in the basement hanging nooses for your amusement.
I hope you use it….
They used to tell me “get ghost.”
Now I’m playing host in bloodstained robes.
I’m crawling up your ceiling eyeballs gleaming with utter disgusting nothingness asking if you remember when you tried forcing me to suck your….
You would harass my phone…now you dread; the dead phone ringing ” you” is this your last **** -HELL-O ****
“It’s… It’s… shade on the phone….”
People make me nauseous. Should have been a little more cautious I’m coming up to your room as several different Objects to turn your body inside out and CONVEX.
Ghosts in the shade…
When the stars lit I’m outside your window.
Don’t make me crawl in.
Beyond the extremes of gullibility and distrust lies discernment. Beyond the extremes of laxness and rigidity lies integrity. Beyond the extremes of indifference and fanaticism lies respect. Beyond the extremes of pride and degradation lies humility. Beyond the extremes of idleness and agitation lies diligence. Beyond the extremes of cowardice and recklessness lies courage. Beyond […]
Its morning again. Melancholy mood. Nujabes plays peacefully in the background. I cleaned up a little bit and had breakfast. But my mind races and wanders and races and wanders. I always feel like I should be doing something more. More for me and more for the world. But I sit here unsure of what that is. I don’t know what the day may bring. Week may bring. Months may bring and the years fly by in glorious mathematical blinks of an eye. Funny how a simple blip / second of a moment can feel so long in that retrospect.
As I write this it’s just a conversation with myself, just a mirror staring back at me in infinity. Do I want to stare into an infinite moment of melancholy? Do I want to move on in some sort of dynamic jump out of my normal day to day life? I thought I was a minimalist. I thought that I liked being alone. I thought I liked simplicity and just simply being in a moment for whatever that moment is. But maybe I don’t. Maybe my whole life is quite the opposite. A constant craving for fleeting escape from the dull normality’s of… whatever. Craving a great escape.
I make sacrifices and deals and decisions and commitments and plans but have I really. I mean really. Given the importance of my life and what I do with it major thought? I thought I had! But in reality I pretty much feel invisible. My struggle and my achievements and pain is invisible and my gifts I bring to the world invisible as well. As we all continue on our day to day endeavours of eat sleep repeat; where was our revolution? Our against the grain mentality of force-feeding truth and not the comforting lies.
We see each other grow. We watch as flowers bloom or wither away from the weathering of mankind’s poisonous corruptive abilities. Death is inevitable and I am not afraid to die. I’m just afraid to waste my time; I’m afraid to hide my feelings and I’m afraid to see my people, our people, and all people suffer. As I write this I suffer, yet I bloom as a tear rolls down my cheek…
-Nina
Lately I haven’t felt like writing; maybe I’m craving more out of life and something new. When I started this blog in January I could not stop writing and posting and it really felt amazing but lately I just don’t know what to say. I have lots to say but maybe I feel like wordpress isn’t as much as a connection with the world as I thought it was, even though I love reading and sharing other bloggers work but… don’t really have the drive to search for the materials I’d like to share from elsewhere or the drive to find meaning in newer posts. I do write but it just feels different now… The summer is here and maybe my body and mind is telling me to seize it. Maybe I just lost touch with the creative writer/blogger inside myself I’m not sure…
Although I’ve slowed I don’t think my creativity will ever diminish. I have been doing photography and that felt great. Self modelling type photography is important to me; I like to come back to photos; as a trans girl I think that it’s important that I keep going in that sense. I am hoping to maybe do some today. I love imagery, of myself and of the world. Drawing is also one of my passions too; and I did some of that yesterday as well. My writing is a good outlet but to be honest I prefer photography and painting or drawing any day. Or graffiti. On page or in the streets it really doesn’t matter.
I don’t know.
Dear my body, We shy away from the camera; we always have. We are like the Sasquatch– rare sightings on FB. I am not interested in what you look like. I don’t want to see. I don’t need to see. I prefer the role of the observer, not the observed. I love REALITY and […]
via Dear my body… a love letter. — Katarina Thorsen Art Blog
Abracadabra.
Beautiful.Canvas.Discovered.
Earth.Forgotten
Giving.Harmony.In.Joy.
Keeping.Love.Moving.
Never-Ending.
Oracles.Parading.Quest.
Realization…
Stars. Turning. Us.
Venturing.
********
Whimsical.
XZLO-PHONE.
Your.
Zen.
-Nina
On my mind and in my heart.
You are instrumental, have been and always will be.
I wait for this phone to ring as I always do.
Childish in a way; dependant on your essence.
I want to hear your voice, I want to see you.
Walk with you again.
You have guided me in a better direction.
Hoping I am never strayed from you.
Without you my days are long and never-ending.
But with you it is too quick.
Joyous days fly by in the blink of an eye.
In so many ways you swept me off my feet.
Come back and rest your head on my breast.
Let me listen to your breath.
Caressing your back.
I love you for you.
Whatever happens; this will always be.
Let me be your anchor in this crazy world.
Always here; just for you.
I have nowhere to run. But to your arms.
I can’t hide. Locked in your heart.
Always by your side.
Time will test us but we are too strong.
Forever we stand against the grain.
With you I feel completed.
I was so broken.
I Love you.
Till’ I can’t take another breath.
Until I go away.
I’m here.
Can I take you with me?
Inseparable through time.
There’s no one else I’d rather bring.
Or see in the next life again.
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