Admittance

To everyone out there, I just want to say that, there is only so much we can do in life but when there's a chance you could be happy, do it. Forget the consequences of it and go after it. It's your happiness that matters. Not the opinions of others. They are not you. Don't let them be the reason you're afraid to take a shot at happiness. If it means you can have that fairy tale ending, go for it. Doesn't matter what your sexual orientation is or if you're the "ugliest" person around. Society is not you and you are not society. If someone is judging you for the choice you made, then they are too much of a little bitch to do what you did. Including myself. I do judge and I know I shouldn't but this is what society and social status has done to us. Corrupted our thought process. Don't let that uptight asshole be the one to control your life. You were not born to be their slave. You were born to be a legend. Everyone is a legend in their own way. So what if you were from a drunken family? Doesn't mean you're destined for that kind of life. Its a choice. The future isn't written yet. It's all you. YOU make the path. Not me. Not your boss. Not your friends and sure as hell not society. We are our own person. We have dreams. Don't let anyone stand in your way. It will be a tough road for some of us but we will make it. Don't be afraid to say what's in your heart. Open up and tell us how you really feel. I promise you that you will feel better. Sure you're boss may fire you for it but he's the one that has a pole shoved so far up his ass, you'd think a cow was up there. Or maybe he is the cow...hmm....

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Beastly

Beastly

This modern day story is similar to Disney's Beauty and the Beast. A tale of a man cursed as a beast until he has found love. If he does not find it before time runs out, he shall forever remain a beast. The portrayal of it in this book has my mind wrapped around it. I simply could not put the book down when I read it. By far it has to be my favorite book yet. The hope within the young boy and the urge to be so kind and gentle and just be understood. He comes to care for his teacher and his house keeper. In a way, his mirror. The one girl he showed kindness to before he was cursed becomes the object of his love. He wishes to impress her and as Aladdin does, show her the world. Show her his garden. The beauty of it. His creation of a small rose he'd named after her. She isn't fearful of him nor does she see a monster. She speaks to him and slowly begins to fall for him. Not because of his features, but because of his heart.

In the end, it doesn't matter what you look like. It's about your heart. Doesn't matter if your rich or poor. It's about the love. No one can replace the feeling in your heart or stop you from loving someone. If you truly feel it, then don't let anyone stop you from pursuing it. Your heart is what matters. If you're an overweight man or woman, someone out there is looking for you and I can promise you that they're not looking at your appearance. They are looking at your heart. Doesn't matter what size or height you are. It's what's on the inside that counts.

The heart has no boundaries. A criminal can find love and be brought to their knees because of the power of it. Where there is love, life begins. We are all born alone. Searching for our other half. We may find it, but the timing is wrong. It's okay to keep it simple for awhile and to get where you're going in life before asking your half to take a journey with you. With that journey comes adventure. Each is different. Preserve those memories with photos and videos. And remember, it's never too late.

We all need someone at the end of the day.

Asian Women

Hello my dear readers. Been quite some time since I've written.

Now. For my dear friend, I have made this one just for him.

To us Americans, Asian women are beautiful. Very delicate looking and fascinating. Their faces are perfectly shaped with eyes that steal your breath away. The way they carry themselves is gorgeous. Exquisite beings. They work hard and are treated as NOT valuable and that men are more important. Rubbish. They're sexy. Brilliant. Talented. They make mini skirts look awesome. The hair can be a wild mess and they'd still look fabulous. Don't even have to wear make up. Their skin is like porcelain and they don't have to wear anything. Asian women can wear the ugliest thing ever made and make it look gorgeous and popular. BUT when they do put effort into their looks, good Lord I think I'd faint from the sheer beauty.They work hard and fight where they want to be. There are some women in America that can pull off the Asian's wardrobe or characters from an anime or game. A thirty year old Asian woman can pass as 18 because she keeps healthy. Plus she's ASIAN. Let's see you try to look that delicious. Not possible. Only a select few can pull this off. Asian women tend to be more loyal than some American women. Just saying. Not meant as an insult, sorry. Not to mention that when they speak their native language, it is quite sensual. Rubs against the ear drums like silk to some people. They can pull off anything. Well, just about anything. I do love Asians overall. They fascinate me.

~Hope you did enjoy this little rant. Ideas you wish for my opinion on? Please send an email or leave a comment. I'll be sure to do it as soon as I can. Thank you.

Diary of Madness

Through my eyes of A Tall Tale Heart.

An old man and his caretaker. He never did wrong and was never cross with the young man. He was alone. No wife. No children. Nothing but his home. His eye had been replaced with a glass one. For the caretaker, it gave him chills. He adored his master but the eye. The eye made him uncomfortable. Every night he'd spend a long time opening the door to stare at the glass eye. In his mind, the glass eye would be the death of him. The master awoke one evening. Sat straight up in bed for quite some time. The caretaker watched silently. Holding his breathe until the old man went back to bed. It wasn't long before the young man lost it. He waited and plotted for quite awhile. The evening he committed a terrible crime was the end of his sanity. The glass eye drove him to madness. Smothering the old man with the pillow and hiding him beneath the floor, was only the beginning. The arrival of the police was the end of it. To sit in the room of the murder. To sit above the body. It's just beneath their feet. The caretaker tries to appear normal but his blood is racing. Heart pumping the blood and rushing his ears. It creates a sense of panic in his mind. Creating the illusion that the police know and they are toying with him. The guilt consumes him slowly but quickly. Having heard enough, he shouts that it's beneath the planks. He killed the old man. The eye was cursed and possessed him to do so. The mind has turned the reality of it into a mere delusion. The mind plays tricks. Illusions form and overlook the truth of it. The real desire and reason for it. It's swallowed and smothered into madness. The tale is nothing more than a diary of madness. His thoughts written out for us. To understand what he experienced in those moments of murder. The guilt that consumed him. The madness that took over his mind.

One's mind can be ruled with madness from guilt. It's all there is to it. Beware of your choices, for you may go mad.

A Tragic Love

My translation of this tragic love.

If you have ever read Edgar Allen Poe's The Raven then you will understand what I am about to say.

This man has lost the woman he loves oh so dearly. He is haunted by his memories of her. He yearns for her again. The sweet smell of her perfume lingers in his nose and he can't forget her scent. His mind can't help but focus on her. His heart calls to her. Taunting him. His love for her is his downfall. He will forever be haunted by her. The Raven simply states that she is no more and will never return. She is gone. He curses the angels for taking her from him. The knocking at his door has him jumping to it as if he's expecting her, but to only find disappointment. To be locked away in his room and to mourn for her. What is there left for him in life? Elenore was his love. His world. Without her, he's at a loss. Tis true love that has captured him. She took his heart to the grave with her. A world without her is a world not worth living. His mind has created the delusion of a bird, a talking bird, but a Raven. Why a Raven? Because it is dark sign of the Devil toying with him. It's associated with black magic and demons more or less. Occasionally the devil. He's become obsessed with Elenore being alive. His obsession. Warped his mind. Had too much to drink, perhaps? No. The pain in his heart has manipulated his mind. Turned him into a sullen creature. In the end, he believes life is nothing without his beloved Elenore.

If love isn't madness, then it's not love.