If my life is my message…what kind of message am I sending?
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I do love myself—enough to fear nothing. I release all judgments of myself and all others. Thus, I will and I shall live, give, and I shall build. My practice is my adventure—my life, this journey, is my practice. And although I seek the bounty and the beauty that is the rose, I shall not fear its thorns. I will regard each prick as a lesson to be learned—each scar, a badge of honor earned.
With all of my love.
I come from the land two turns outta gutter swamps, still got bullet holes in SUVs tho—pull up to the famly’union liable to find deer, pig, frog legs, a bite of squirrel and some gator from who tha’fxcks backyard is this, muhnegus we got these roun’here? right next to great grandmal’s good ol’ con’bread and cawlud greens.
#avegansnightmare ♥ #truestory
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Got my hands on an authentic vintage Gucci bag once. A nice one too—a collector’s steal—a connoisseur’s dreams—
but really wasn’t my type of, you know, flavor—couldn’t satisfy my sweet tooth... Eh,
so I parted with it three days later for decent enough amount of fiat.
I know, I know—some may say girl you’awholefool out in these streets…well, to each her or his own custom pile of rocks to kick…
I know my own speed of light. I bang hard with my own style. I like the conversion rate of USD to Pesos
—and this Rosetti backpack for that Burlington price tag… let’s just say life was officially given bi.
#thesimplethingsinlife
My fur be faux ’cause I found no need to kill for warmth—we have been graced with the rise of comforts, namely pushbutton heat.
I pay no blood price.
You will not catch me trapping rabbits for fashion, ‘cuz like my diamonds I clean no blood from knives for a good show.
You may spy me in authentic fur—genuine leather maybe,
but know it’s been recycled, thrifted, hand-me-downed or gifted, and to the dear creature who has sacrificed most I offer no price, but many meditations well paid.
You will see me here or there my crown ‘dorned full and gratefully feathered, be kin to know they have long since been pluck from vintage wings, cast down from the plumes of one who still soars the skies or pulled from a shelf of manufactured plumage.
Still, you will not find me cursing the man who captures the doe, or the woman who glistens like pressure crafted stars from a laboring man’s land—no, ‘for every life has a price to pay, every bird a good song—and we all have a measure of heart, no one being’s strummings lesser or grander than the next.
Alhamdulillah
—♥E
They keep us warm, shield us from the extreme temperature changes—but I’m burning on the inside.
here and there, you just gotta toss the faux to the snow leave it for the deer to trample, and when they stampede
at the change of season, upon your return take up your fringe and run with them.
—Dance of the woman with 3 left feet
for many more reasons than one…traffic, smog, occupation—desk jobs and endless cubicles—the mere sight of brethern, sistern hidden beneath gifted mountains of old blankets, the birds cycling and swarming in a ball, a mass of polluted confusion…and then one day the skyscraper rising slowy but surely like a mirror into the troposhere above Light Street spoke to me—said this is why you landed here—like vapors, like flames, like OMs you know you, they, we, all will rise higher than the vibration of concrete.
—♥Egypt
Continue reading “I once hated the journey into the concrete jungle…”
Taurus: Motto—I have.
Your wealth is always abundant now, in all that you currently have—not in that which you seek to obtain.
Love, E²
The latter…the thoughts of a wife attempting to find places for all of her artsy high-end fashion purses, pocketbooks, totes, handbags and all of the other lavishly bougie thrift store finds from all of those lovely days when King was like…”Wanna go thrifting today?” *hands over cash* “Knock yourself out Queen.”
signed,
that girl in Nana’s hand-me-down sweater and Mom’s vintage bell bottoms, going ham at the Goodwill 50% off sale…
#wireddifferent Continue reading “This ain’t no Thursday Tea, but it’s a #BrokeandBougie Saturday brew full of Teaspiration for my Weekenders | #PickYourPotion”
We have the tendency to believe—falsely— that because we may be currently struggling or have a lot less than we desire we do not deserve more—deserve to live a life worth claiming. Ehhhhhhh—you could not be farther from the truth if you are thinking like this, viewing life with such a negative perspective. To tell the truth, you are selling yourself oh so short and confining yourself to a poor man’s hell. Continue reading “#BrokeandBougie | Value Potential, Live with Purpose, Be Intentional”
Okay, so back to “How to live a fun & lavish life on a low-low budget?”
My intention is to always look my best and always be an unapologetic reflection—representation of my own light. Thus, I get to pick and choose at my own free will the trends and fades I indulge in, the places I go, the events I attend, and the spoils I spend my hard-earned coins on. Despite the fancy high-end price tags for generic sweatshop manufactured pieces and the glitz and glam of flashy lights, I choose my lavish. Continue reading “Dead horses, the unconventional…& diamonds cut from blood | #BrokeandBougie”