Истории Ourselves

Arës is a young man wise beyond his years and empathetic towards the world, within good reason. It is normal for someone like him to feel exiled from the world when all everyone seems to care about is the physical and materialistic aspects in life. His biggest aspiration is to help the world to care more about each other than they do about looks. He beliefs this could be achieved through loving oneself. Unfortunately, in the modeling and fashion industry these beliefs are something that are dismissed more often than he'd like. It's funny how a hobby could turn into a job, and you end up working ten times more than the rest just to spread the love you have for yourself and the world.

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Sometime we have to stop ourselves to see what is visible, what we tell ourselves is not always true.

Maya Andrea Parks. That’s me. Just another name registered as born on the 6th of January. I'm not rich. Not famous. Not gorgeous. Or anything really. I'm just ordinary. So why you ask? Why am I writing my story if it’s simple and ordinary? Well, I say why not? Most of us, are ordinary, but each and every one of our lives is extra-ordinary and just because the world doesn't know us, doesn't mean we can't tell our story. It may be harder to do but it’s not impossible. So yes...I am Maya Andrea Parks and this is my story:

Cristina Yang and Izzie Stevens hang out after their dinner date (but not their first date, ever,) at an Italian restaurant. So far they've made out with each other, but nothing more, yet. And tonight is a night full of big dreams and big promises. Tonight is a night for them, and they hope for dear life they can make for each other, a real night to remember... F/F. Cristina/Izzie. Referenced MerAdd. Rated M. This is written as a 'DVD extra' to "Falling Apart, Barely Breathing", set in that same AU. All you need to know for this story though, is Cristina dumped Burke, and Izzie never dated Alex.

I've been doing this for a while and figured I should post them somewhere. Pretty much, the idea of this was to learn new things about myself through my subconscious. I let myself stop thinking and just write. My current mood projects into the story and I almost always end up showing a part of myself I never knew was there. These are all short and are straight out of my unconscious mind, so they're completely unedited. I may end up using ideas that never go anywhere, but that's not my fault. Blame all flaws on... subconscious me? Enjoy, I guess! Wait, I also want to mention that a lot of these are probably going to be extremely sad/dark. I usually write these when I'm upset and need to turn off my feelings for a while (in a healthy way!), and because my mood reflects on the story, the story becomes upsetting. NOW go and enjoy! (There will never be an edit schedule for this.)

just some random quotes about ourselves p/s: some of those quotes are not mine and i'll put a credits there ;)

All about

"we are often so distracted by the internal WAR between what we want to do, and what we have to do. no't need in the sense of an obligation to others think we should do comes to direct CONFLICT with what our heads or hearts demand, it's time to choose wether our TOP priority is to please others or to please ourselves.

Pehle pade phir Vichar Kijiye

A collection of poetry I have written that I thought would be nice for the Atty Awards.

This is a story of a few friends and an investigation about psycho. Maybe, at the beginning, it will seem like just another book about a group of friends, a love triangles and so on but it wont be. It will be story about life, our thoughts and most importantly finding ourselves.

Completed. (May 22, 2020 Friday at 12:32 am)

My own poems... I hope you guys like! Message me about it or for any reason! Thanks guys!! ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ON ALL PAGES UNLESS I SAY OTHERWISE!!

dear bestiee.. . . throwing a scornful look at the moment where in ma desperation fa uo voice is not worth to explain in words..

Sometimes we feel so empty we don't know who we really are. Sometimes it takes someone else to find us. And most of the time, we have to learn that the hard way.