Grandma Turtle And The Hustle & Bustle Towards The Pot Of Gold

 

For a very long time, I used to dream of becoming well known for my art and writing. But as I’ve grown older, I yearn for a slower, more simpler life where I don’t feel the pressure to make art for money. I think this is what probably stops me from growing my Instagram bigger than what it currently is.

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Butters, The Tiny Pig & The Wonderful World Of Vegetables

For as long as I can remember, it has always been a toss up between getting a guinea pig or getting a rabbit. I’ve always had an affinity towards small, furry creatures. I came across many rabbits, timid piggies, and tiny bunnies with funny hairstyles, but none of them really caught my attention the way that Butters did. Have you ever watched a rom com where the girl doesn’t like the guy at first, so she walks away, but towards the end of the movie they end up falling madly in love with each other? When I found Butters tucked away in the corner of her 30 by 36 inch cage, nestled under hay and messy, with specs of food dispersed all over her muzzle- I walked away, unsure of myself of whether I could take care of another animal because at the time, I already had two dogs to take care of on my own.

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The Bitter Cucumber & The Curse Of Curcurbitacin

This is an odd blog. It definitely has a different voice to it from when I first started four years ago, sans Instagram. I was alot more anxious, worried about pretty words and if my passages came off mysterious and descriptive enough. Now I’m alot more relaxed about what I write and today I choose to complain to you all about the bitterness of cucumbers. An odd mix in the thrall of tough love topics I have in my files waiting for you to read after this. I’ve often come to a frustrating conclusion as to why I end up with a bitter cucumber. Or cucumber(s) as they are often on sale at my superbly overpriced organic store, 3 for 99 cents. “What a steal!” I whisper under my breath, after taking a swift glance at the coupon section of the grocery newspaper. Okay I don’t actually say that but the thought has crossed my mind a few times every time I spot a bargain. So… I look at grocery newspapers. I’m quite the frugal person, as extra as I am with my pets for those that have known me for some time on Instagram.

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Insecurities and Beauty Standards

Growing up, I was raised by my mother and grandmother who had two different views of beauty. My mother, who had fully embraced what was beautiful in America and my grams, who held on tightly to the reigns of culture and past.

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My Experience With A Toxic Friendship

Growing up I didn’t have many friends, but I did have one person that I considered my best friend. Let’s call her “S” (Gossip Girl much since I am “V” ?) I met S when I was in middle school, a time where I was bullied a lot and didn’t know that kids could be so cruel when they found something in someone they didn’t like. We didn’t fully become close friends until high school and I was glad to have a good friend to start this new, all together exciting and scary chapter in my life with. We all know that it is less scarier to grow through obstacles and growing pains with great friends by your side.

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