diversification.

      The premonition of madness is complicated by the fear of lucidity in madness, the fear of the moments of return and reunion...one would welcome chaos if one were not afraid of lights in it.  - Е.С.

DeeAshley

DeeAshley

There Is A Voice Inside Of You

That Whispers All Day Long,

"I Feel That This Is Right For Me,” or,

“I Know That This Is Wrong."

No Teacher, Preacher, Parent, Friend

Or Wise Man Can Decide

What's Right For You  - 

Just Listen To The Voice 

That Speaks Inside.

- S. Silverstein

it is such a shame that we have all forgotten, as if we have fallen into a collective blindness to our own potentials.  I have, too.

Vintage Blog: Ziegfeld Girl Jean Ackerman

it is such a shame that we have all forgotten, as if we have fallen into a collective blindness to our own potentials.  I have, too.

Red string is now blood 

and may have always been, 

hands bound in guilt 

and shame, 

hands that 

were never enough 

and always to blame.

.all.in.these.perspectives.

.all.in.these.perspectives., originally uploaded by DeeAshley.

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.Just.Right.

Here's to Us

Here's to Us, originally uploaded by DeeAshley.

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Don't worry about me.

It's (Not) Love if You (N)Ever Saw His Face.

It's (Not) Love if You (N)Ever Saw His Face., originally uploaded by DeeAshley.

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I want HIM to feel ME al(l.over) my body and cAREss my SOul like No ONE HAS dONE beFORe.

I want to feel the love FREEly given to me – I must(!) fight THE dark and figure out who I REALly am KISSing.

****
(&)i-
(&)him-
(&)me-
.are.so.none.has.one.for.free.)

(.the.real.kiss.)

Seeing for the First Time

Seeing for the First Time, originally uploaded by gogoloopie.

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I remember.

We Are Made Of Stars After All . . .

We Are Made Of Stars After All . . ., originally uploaded by gogoloopie.