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twenty-one.
in passion.
university junior.
summer researcher.
aspiring activist.
lover of words.
believer in Christ.
magnet to mosquitos.
short in stature.
clumsy &confident.
hello, nice to meet you.
formspring me.


my poetry.
my prose.
my project. closed
my photoblog. back
the reblogis♥ project. closed
asestinaaday project. hiatus

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maybe the butterfly flies so lightly because she knows she won’t last forever. even the air presses against her like it’s crushing her, just so gently. the wind is blowing her like he’s angry, just careful not to be too harsh. little children reach for her, to befriend her, not knowing that they may deform her— catch her by her wings, and wound her— tear an antenna away, hurting her— just by accident. not their fault— she knows. that’s why she flies high when she can, and when she cannot, she blends with the leaves and the flowers. it’s why she floats like a leaf and flies like the seeds of a dandelion blown toward the clouds.

this is why the butterfly hides, although she’s beautiful.
it’s a dangerous world. it’s a fleeting life.

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