She became this cold and perfect thing, devoid of any feeling, but beautiful and terrifying, like the wasting of a storm.
There is a reason I have a Phoenix tattooed over my heart.
I got this tattoo after I ended my five year relationship. In gay years, five years is the equivalent to 20 years. Needless to say, it was a very disorienting experience. I didn’t know how to move on because the hurt was too great.
So I decided to get the Phoenix tattooed on me. Because much like the Fenghuang (Chinese Phoenix) I wanted to rise from the ashes a more beautiful creature.
It’s there whenever I look in the mirror and it serves as a reminder that no matter what happens, I can learn and grow into a better and stronger person mentally, physically and definitely emotionally.
Never allow yourself to fall into the ideal that you need someone to make you happy. Always remember that you, and you alone, are responsible for maintaining your joy.
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A story in progress…
She turned slowly towards me, a cloud of billowy smoke emanating from her lips as she said both sweetly and dead serious, “I will probably be the most beautiful and most torrential person to ever come into your life.” And with that, I had fallen completely.
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