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Day 138/365 ~ We are Stardust, We are Man, We are Thought. We are Story. | by Amanda Mabel
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Day 138/365 ~ We are Stardust, We are Man, We are Thought. We are Story.

April 29, 2011.


We are all made up of stardust. Did you notice most of my hair is smoke?

Thank you so much to Johanna for the testimonial :)


If you've ever deliberated over which feeling is the worst that you can ever experience, I'll tell you now.


That feeling of not being accepted. Knowing that you're not accepted. Feeling countless pairs of eyes on you, hearing careless whispers, catching the end of an exchanged glance between strangers. Isolation. Desolation. Alienation. And you begin wondering what it will take to fit in, just for once.

Because all you have ever wanted to do is to fit in.

Blend in; be part of the crowd.

Some of us are screaming out at the top of our lungs in a crowded room and no one notices. No one cares. At least, no one appears to care.

But have you ever thought that some others are trying to paint themselves invisible with quiet words and cast down glances?

Have your eyes ever flitted over a stranger? Have you ever felt the slightest tinge of empathy for the shadows in the corners with their eyes unfocused and faces expressionless? Or have you, all the while, just been thinking about yourself?


if you want to ask anything


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Taken on April 29, 2011