Freedom - Blog Posts
What is it like to experience freedom?
- Freedom is like watching a crow fly overhead with its wings open wide
It's like being underwater and soaking in all that watery silence
Freedom is like being immersed in a good book in a good book that you've forgotten about your existence.
Freedoms is like being so in flow in your craft or skill that you've forgotten you're alive.
Freedom feels like being relieved off a heavy task that you've been avoiding for quite some time.
Freedom is like a flower finally blooming after weeks of hibernation
It's like hitting that high note of a song
Freedom feels like releasing that scream that you've been suppressing the whole day
Freedom is being awed by the beauty of nature
Freedom is letting go off a situation you've been grasping for dear life
Freedom feels like taking that last exhale before dozing off
Freedom is finally removing off that mask that you've been wearing all day just to please everyone
Freedom feels like dancing and letting loose
Freedom is peace of mind
Arch Angel
Born as a girl in any part of the world where male dominance is prevalent where girls are considered as disgrace,fought with patriarchal norms to create her mark
Born to poor parents,struggling to make life worth living,fought against all odds,became the torch bearer
Born as coloured among white dominant race, fought against racism became the hope of thousand of coloured people
Born as citizen with free will,dare to challenge the authoritarian rule giving their life so that other shine in the light of liberty and freedom
Born as minority where majority dominates the system,fought to get their rights
Born as low caste where society is divided into caste and fought to get dignity of life
Born as a man whose hearts bleed where equality is undermined,freedom and liberty are in shackles and where humanity is degraded
They are the arch angels
They are the arch angels as they dared to raise voice against cruelty
injustice, discrimination,inequality
They are the arch angels as they die thousand deaths so that humanity lives
They are the arch angels as they create hope for many in despair
They are the arch angels in form of human on the earth.
Freedom
There are timeless books. Like Dostoyevsky's Crime and Punishment. It's not an easy read - it takes one some time to digest it. There are parts where you have to sleep before you'd continue. Sometimes it's inevitable to have some time to really understand a chain of thoughts.
Among many fantastic ideas and images, there's one thing I was really interested in while reading the book. Freedom. The freedom of will. Throughout the novel it seems, as if there's no choice, he has to do this or he has to say that. But it really isn't true. Raskolnikov always had the chance to stop, to change. I must admit I was profoundly worried as the unread part of the book kept thinning and yet, all the events, conversations and meditations seemed to disprove my belief.
It was until the last scene of Porfiry. He demanded the truth to be seen. He offered a choice, one that's always been present, even before the murder in the beginning of the book, and it was no else than holding on to foolish philosophies or letting go and free-falling into the frightening depths of salvation.
The whole story is an interesting idea. One does not have to commit such an obvious and terrible crime in order to be lost. Because freedom, like Raskolnikov's freedom, is basically just the freedom that a binary choice offers. It's a generally known fact that the world isn't black and white, so how could matters be so easy, as to say they're just the intersection of two ways. But they are. The quintessential of choices is just this question: salvation -- or this?
The 'this' of life is something we all know. It's all of our ideas, our self-made plans, which will be ridiculed sooner than we'd think. We have a grand plan individually designed for each and every one of us. Just as Raskolnikov always had the greatest thing in reach, we, too, have it right there. The most fantastic treasure of our lives, or the possibility of receiving it, is right around us. It's already delivered, we're just too eternally busy with our own thoughts that we began to believe, that we're not free to go for it. We began to believe there are things we have to do in order to-- But it's really just letting go of control and trying to fit into the Heavenly plan. It's always accessible, we're not required to be anywhere or anyone to be given it.
I Shall Call Her Freedom, Rose Simpson (Santa Clara Pueblo)
My independence
Freedom for me……
Is freedom from those eyes and minds who continuously judge me.
Is freedom from expectations.
Is freedom form strings of hope and hopelessness
Is freedom form all types of threats.
Is freedom from wants and demands.
Is freedom form sense of what others think.
Is freedom from boundaries within human minds and on earth.
Is freedom from all sorts of comparisons.
Is freedom for hunger, thirst and all sorts of illness.
Is freedom from violence, hatred and miseries.
I think the day will come
On that day I will declare my independence
Till then Happy Independence day for you all
I’m waiting for mine
I will wait till my eyes shine.
Bowynn Gods: Anhur
Anhur (An-her) Anhur is King-Father of the gods, Son of Brea and Unthar. Anhur is the god of families, men, fatherhood, laws, virtues, courtrooms, justice and men’s rites. Anhur is the son of Unthar and Brea. He is the ruler of the earth and considered king of the Gods in the Bowynn faith. Being the figure-head of all the Akua, he upholds law, justice and morals, and this made him the spiritual leader of both gods and mortals. His symbols are the scepter, the hawk, wolf and the Maple Tree. Ultimately, Anhur is the God of Councils and councilors. He is a patron to all men and men’s rites, rituals and initiations. He lends wisdom to fathers. He is the god-king of justice, law, order and all virtues. He is a god of protection, liberty and freedom. Anhur is protector and patron of the king and his family. As the supreme deity, Anhur oversees the conduct of civilized life.
When born, Anhur and his brothers Chumash and Tane were living in the Second Age. Back then the rulers of the gods were his parents, aunts and uncles. The three boys quarreled often to their parents, who of the three would end up ruling what realm of the earth. The gods sent them into contest with a bow and arrow. The rules were that wherever the arrow that each one of the boys shot would land, that would be the realm they would rule. Tane’s arrow landed in the sea and Chumash’s landed in on another continent where one day mortal spirits would make their home far across the western sea. Anhur’s arrow however landed in a tree. None of the gods could agree what the ruling would be for such a shot. The Great Creator Bia was asked to judge the shot and Bia ruled that the realm Anhur would rule was the earth and the air. And so Anhur’s Kingdom was gained
Next Anhur set on his first great task; to attain his totem animal. He picked not just the wolf but the king of the wolves, Lankner. But Lankner refused to be treated as a Totem animal. This led to a great chase and battle between Lankner and the young Anhur. Eventually the chases and wrestling were too much for the king of wolves and his mortal body collapsed and died. Grief stricken, Anhur saved the soul of Lankner from entering Daunnat and thus not only obtained his totem but to this day, he is Anhur’s immortal hound. Not as a pet but as a brother.
Anhur fell in love with the Goddess Rhya. But she refused his advances till he showed her his true love. by Rhya's request, Anhur built the great Hall of the Gods, Alaway. This was not to be a home for them to stay in all the time but a place to where all the gods would meet for evening meal and sleep. It was said that an oath was made with all the gods that no matter what friction was fused during the day between the gods, when they enter Alaway to eat, all differences were left outside. It took Anhur 7 days to complete Alaway alone, but its completed state would make it the grandest of all hallows. (see “Alaway”)
Anhur in appearance does not come off as a king, as much as he is seen as a father figure. That is to say he seems to present himself as a man in his 40s. Fully bearded, crowned with a circlet, helm or a wreath of maple leaves and with a staff in hand. His hair is said to be golden brown and his eyes green. Often Anhur is seen with Lanker the immortal wolf, or a wolf himself. His clothes are that is a counselor, warrior or a king, but of earthen colors.
Embroidry & Paint of Chumash (left) and Anhur (right) - created by Ksandra Weldess - 2011
nonplussedbyreligion:
Translation: Get off your ass and do something.
🌿“This is God’s law and nature’s: ‘Let the best man win.’ But ‘best’ in his area of expertise. One body is stronger than another body, many bodies are stronger than one; a thief has the advantage here over one who is not a thief. This is how I came to lose my lamp: the thief was better than I am in staying awake. But he acquired the lamp at a price: he became a thief for its sake, for its sake, he lost his ability to be trusted, for a lamp he became a brute. And he imagined he came out ahead!
🌿Fine words, you may say – but now I have been seized by the cloak and am being dragged downtown. Bystanders shout, ‘Hey, philosopher, what good did your views do you after all? Look, you’re being hauled of to prison and soon will be beheaded.’
🌿Tell me, what Introduction to Philosophy could I have read that would have saved me from being dragged away if a stronger man grabs me by the cloak; or could have kept me out of prison if I am assaulted by a gang of ten? What philosophy has taught me, though, is to be indifferent to events beyond the will’s control. Haven’t you profited in this respect too? So don’t look for help from philosophy except in areas where you have learned that help from it can be found.”
🌿© Epictetus, “Discourses”.
“Diogenes says that there is one way to freedom, and that is to die content: and he writes to the Persian king, "You cannot enslave the Athenian state any more than you can enslave fishes."
"How is that? Cannot I catch them?"
"If you catch them," says Diogenes, "they will immediately leave you, as fishes do; for if you catch a fish, it dies; and if these men that are caught shall die, of what use to you is the preparation for war?"
These are the words of a free man who had carefully examined the thing and, as was natural, had discovered it. But if you look for it in a different place from where it is, what wonder if you never find it?”
© Epictetus, “Discourses”.
The World vs. Palestine
You’ve probably heard or have already known about what is currently happening in Palestine. For those that don’t, the simple answer is the ongoing difficult questions about the ownwersip of land. Most people in the U.S call it a conflict or a ‘war’. But the genuine problem is that Palestine is in constant suffering, foregoing settler colonialism, military occupation, land theft, and ethnic cleansing from their neighbor, Isreal. It makes us ask ourselves why it is important to take a stand against oppression and injustice everywhere, and the scary nature of ‘othering’.
So, what are the arguments that started the deaths of so many Palestinians? From Israel, their argument is that Jerusalem is their homeland, and seeks the return of Jewish authority after 2000 years of being an ineffective exile. They have retained their culture and kept their holy land, Jerusalem, in all that time. Because Jews have kept a presence there for most of history, even if they were the minority, they say they represent the oldest definable group of people/culture still in existence that claim the land, and that all previous occupations and expulsions of their people were unjust, and it is rightfully theirs to return to, even if it means displacing the Palestinians. ‘‘The interactions between the Israeli authorities and the Palestinian [Hammas] including negotiations have always been based on respective political dynamics rather than on a sincere desire to establish peace. Most importantly, these events frustrated the peace negotiations between the Palestinian Authority (PA) and the Israeli government. ’’
The Palestinian argument is that the Jews cannot suddenly ‘reclaim’ land when someone else is already living in it. Having relatives living somewhere 2000 years ago doesn't give you the right to take someone else’s home. The Palestinians as they exist today have been living there, close to 1300 years. Before the creation of ‘Isreal’ only 73 years ago, Palestinian Christians, Jews, and Muslims, peacefully co-existed in Palestine. The plight of the Jews, who have suffered in Europe, is not the Palestinians fault, as they have never tried to genocide them. There have been tensions, but for the most part, they have lived peacefully side by side, until those same Jews decided that they wanted control over their land. The Palestinian Christian community is the oldest Christian community in the world. According to the Congressional Research Service, ‘‘Israeli military occupation has been supported by U.S aid with 3.8 billion a year paid for by U.S tax dollars since 2016 for the next ten years. It is also supported by other countries who strike to oppress other small groups and countries like Canada, Australia, France, and Belgium. For FY2021, the Trump Administration requested $3.3 billion in FMF for Israel and $500 million in missile defense aid to mark the second year of the MOU. The Administration also requested $5 million in Migration and Refugee Assistance humanitarian funding for migrants to Israel.’’
Because Isreal has the support of these dominating countries like the United States and other colonial powers like the U.K that this will go on. For them to call out ‘Isreal’, they would have to start to answer questions about their origins and existence for the people they have colonized. So for those who believe it is just a ‘religious conflict’? It is not. A conflict means there is equal footing, the same way war would have two groups fighting equally. The Israeli government is spreading misinformation about its own settler-colonial existence, in order to conceal the fact that they ethnically cleansed and massacred over 540 Palestinian towns and villages in 1948, when they were previously called Zionist terrorists, and their village names replaced with new Hebrew placed names. Isreal is responsible for over 7.2 million Palestinian refugees and denies them their legal right of return. Saying that it’s a simple ‘religious conflict’ denies Palestine their right to liberation, justice, and freedom.
Free Palestine
Haitian Revolution
NO. 1
As history points out, the French Revolution sparked things like Freedom, Equality, and Fraternity, into the hearts of oppressed peoples, and birthed the Haitian revolution, where enslaved peoples did not have to stay that way. Thoughts of freedom and a life of their own ran through the hearts of the large population of enslaved and free blacks on the island of Saint—Domingue, where they did not have to answer any longer to the white hierarchy and elite. The one leading man that helped change a revolt into a revolution that paved change to the island, was Toussaint Louverture. But who was Toussaint Louverture? How exactly did one person, who was also enslaved, become the leader of a revolution, and how did it change life?
NO. 2
The Haitian Revolution is such a widely popular topic to discuss and converse about is because a successful slave revolt against one the leading powers at that time, France, Spain and Britain, but mostly France, has never been done before. That, and it proved black people were not the primitive, lower species that the majority had deeply believed them to be, and Toussaint Louverture proved to be one of the most brilliant army generals to-be-rulers at that time. By scanning the map of the island, he was able to gain allies in the free black militia and the mulatto population, who were tired of being treated second-class. To go back to the quote, the Code Noir (Black Code), at the time legalized the most cruel, abusive and harsh treatment of slaves; if you ran, and you were caught, you would suffer dearly, and so would any slave you came into contact with by two folds. ‘’It forbid slaves from bearing arms, the assembly of slaves, and slaves trading or selling their own goods for a profit. It stated that slaves who struck their master or any free person were to be punished by death. It explicitly defined slaves as personal property.’’ The fact that King Louis XIV of France, put the Code Noir under effect and Louverture was able to defy it, and did it with his own army himself shows that his leadership was effective; and indeed, for in the capital of Haiti, Louverture is considered a hero and liberator for his people.
In American Political Science Review on Ulrich Bonnell Phillips, who was born on a southern plantation who is biased, showing a clear defense of slavery, particularly American slavery, and bases his experience on an economic study of American slaveholders and there sharecrops. He has made use of Southern newspapers and pamphlets, and some source materials, but has not made any effort to research ‘Negro’ sources, from which he claims are ‘dubious details’ anyway. The review last five pages, and explicitly states that the ‘Negro’ as a responsible person has no place in the book, and gives Louverture the term ‘criminal’ to suit his needs, and the needs of others. Half of the book implies historical facts, the treating of Africa and the slave trade and West Indian and American conditions while the other half is a series of essays on aspects of slavery—cotton crop, plantation economy, etc., and the other half is devoted to freedom and crime among slaves and slave codes. ‘The law is the law, and it should stay that way!’
NO. 3
According to Toussaint Louverture: A Black Jacobin in the Age of Revolutions , The man who would in later life be known as Toussaint Louverture himself belonged to the category of ‘creole; His father was Gaou Guinon, an African prince who was captured by slavers and endured the horrors of the Middle Passage across the Atlantic Ocean. As an enslaved child, Toussaint would have been known as Toussaint Breda, named after the plantation on which he was born. The actual details of his birth remain’s uncertain, but from his name he is associated with All Saints Day; his personal life, meaning his early childhood, is also uncertain. As Phillipe Girard comments, ‘retracing the childhood of a slave is an arduous task, not only because of the lack of archival traces, but also because such traces that exist tend to dehumanize the enslaved and deny their individuality.’
Toussaint, after rising to power, did not wish to surrender that power to Paris and ruled Saint Domingue as an autonomous entity. In 1801 he issued a Constitution for the island, which provided for autonomy and established Toussaint as governor for life, where he abolished slavery and aspired to put in place a multiracial society composed of blacks, whites and mulattos. When Napoleon Bonaparte came to power in France, he aimed to return the Caribbean colonies to their earlier profitability as plantation colonies. In 1802 he dispatched an expedition of French soldiers to the island, lead by his brother in law Charles Leclerc, to reestablish French authority and slavery. Leclerc arrested Toussaint and deported him to France where he was imprisoned in Fort de Joux, where he died on April 7, 1803. For a few months, the island lay under Bonaparte’s control, but the French soldiers fell victim to weapons and disease, and surrendered to the indigenous army in November 1803; On July 1, 1804, under Jean-Jaques Dessalines control, Louverture’s general, the colony, the first black republic, became known as Haiti.
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The human body: the canvas we grow with. The changes we can make are astounding in reality. Losing or gaining health in a short time, changing the things that draw us in life, forgetting and remembering parts of your life, forgetting the bad things that have happened even if you felt you would never move on. Remembering the changes and challenges you've seen in the past will help you! Remember that everything passes even if that thing takes months or years, that it will be okay.
It's National Coming Out Day!
Although I shared my "staying in" story some time ago, I thought that it might be fun and maybe even a little informative to tell a couple of "coming out" stories in honor of National Coming Out Day. I hope that you enjoy these stories as much I enjoyed writing them.
Story 1 of 2: Up and Out of the Rabbit Hole, or The Very First Time I Ever Told Anyone (Besides My Dog, Dukerson Pooper) That I Was Gay
There are a few things that I remember about this night: It was the very early morning of July 13, 2008, the day of little sister's birthday. I was at my friends' apartment in Tempe, Arizona, and it was still rather toasty even though it was very late at night, which is typical at the height of summer in the desert. I remember that three of my closest friends, with whom I had attended much of grade school, sat with me on a small balcony, and we were enjoying cigarettes, beer and a relaxed, decadent summer vacation before they began their freshman year of college and I, my sophomore year.
Beyond those things...I really don't remember much.
The actual conversations or circumstances that prefaced my first ever coming out are unfortunately very blurry. I know that I was very drunk. Consequently, I only have hazy visions of the moment that it actually happened, when I first spoke the words "I'm gay" and then mentally braced myself for the halting impact of one or more of the following:
A. Homophobia B. Disgust C. Rejection D. Accusations of deception E. Denial F. Sadness G. Anger (I'm pretty much just listing Kubler-Ross's five stages of grief now)
But instead, I encountered:
A. An initial bit of inebriated confusion B. Surprise C. From my friends, a comparatively underwhelming but deeply appreciated response of understanding and kindness D. For myself, a sobering, "Oh my god, what the hell did I just do" sort of feeling that now that I look back at it is pretty incongruous with how relaxed my friends were about it all--a feeling that would describe a lot of my coming out experiences with my friends
It went pretty well, even though back then, I knew that I was freaked out about how real everything suddenly became. Before then, I had never acted upon or really verbalized, out loud or even mentally, the fact that I was gay. I knew that I had been attracted to men and that compared to my attraction to women, the attraction to men came more naturally and powerfully. But I had honestly never thought of living publicly as a gay man--I always thought that it would be something I would gladly suppress so that I could have a perfect wife and make babies the old-fashioned way and we could all live our wonderful, heteronormative lives in a beautiful cottage somewhere. Happily ever after--duh!
Instead, I remember that this was a period of having to accept a lot of difficult things. Having a group of friends who knew that I was gay, and finally saying it out loud, meant that I pretty much had to toss the idyllic snow globe of a life I had originally planned for myself out the window and let it fall and shatter upon the cold asphalt of reality. It meant that, should I want to experience romantic love in all its filmic glory rather than some sort of forced shadow of it, I would have to figure out how to meet and date men. I opened up myself much more to the possibility of adopting children or surrogacy. I knew that I could experience discrimination. And I knew that one day, I would eventually have to tell my family.
As I came out to more and more close friends (who all took it very well!) and I learned more about LGBT lifestyles and families, these sorts of realities became gradually easier to accept. The wealth of support I received on behalf of my friends is something for which I was and still am profoundly thankful. Without them, I don't know if I would have made it through this period in which I came to understand myself--and the rest of my life--as a gay person. In retrospect, the hesitations and fears I had before about coming out to them seem, quite frankly, dumb. I know that so many people aren't as lucky as I am to have such loving and compassionate people in their lives, and one of my hopes in telling stories like these is so that the reality of being gay becomes one that we welcome and embrace rather than suppress or reject.
And so, we come to...
Story 2 of 2: The Longest Three Minutes of My Entire Life, or The Time I Came Out to My Devoutly Catholic Mother and Hyper-Masculine, American Football-Loving Father and Brothers; presented in dramatic form
[It's the evening of January 3rd, 2010 in BRUCE's house in suburban Phoenix. Bruce, his MOM, his DAD, and his SECOND OLDEST BROTHER (henceforth referred to as THE S.O.B.) are eating dinner on this quiet evening, the night before Bruce returns to college for the spring semester of his junior year. Urged by his friends and sisters who already know and accept that he's gay, Bruce has been contemplating telling everyone sitting at the table, as well as his San Diego-inhabiting OLDEST BROTHER, Gerry, that he would love nothing more than to shack up with Ryan Gosling and watch Breaking Bad while eating In-N-Out for the rest of his days. His parents and brothers are essentially the final important group of people to whom Bruce would like to tell that he is gay. He figures that after he does this, his parents and the S.O.B. will pretty much tell everyone else in the extended family...and that he'll deal with that when it comes. Nervously, but quietly, he chews and gulps down some stewed cabbage before he begins to speak.]
BRUCE: So, I heard you were all wondering if I was gay.
[Everyone else at the table continues their wordless, searingly drawn-out consumption of their dinner. Bruce's heart begins to thump so loudly that the water in their cups quivers slightly. Everyone wonders when the toothy maw of the T-Rex from Jurassic Park will violently breach through the roof of the kitchen.]
BRUCE: So...did you want to know? If I'm gay?
MOM: Yes.
BRUCE: Well. Uh. I am.
[No one utters a sound. The only thing heard is the clinking of metal forks on ceramic plates. Bruce is about to pass out.]
DAD: Okay.
BRUCE: Yup.
DAD: Do you have a boyfriend?
BRUCE: Nope.
MOM: You're being safe, right?
BRUCE: Uh, I think so.
[A beat, as everyone continues to eat.]
THE S.O.B.: So, can I call Gerry and tell him?
[END SCENE]
There were a couple more questions and a phone conversation I had to have with my oldest brother, but again, I felt very lucky that this experience went relatively well. Thankfully, the visions I had of being yelled at and kicked out of my house with my mother weeping uncontrollably at the doorstep never came to fruition. Yay!
But what distinguishes this story from the other is that it's very much still a work in progress. Kind of like the coming out process as a whole.
I consistently experienced support, healthy curiosity, and at the very least, respect, when my friends and sisters learned that I was gay. Not to say that everyone was jumping around in celebration, but I felt like I could be open with all of them about being gay and they would gladly be there for me for experiences like, say, dinner with my first boyfriend (Mr. Gosling, just say the word and I'm yours.).
Being open with my family about being gay, like my first coming out experience, presented a whole new set of difficulties with which I continue to contend. Perhaps the most difficult of these challenges has simply been helping my family to understand what it's like to be gay, to comprehend the things that I--and millions of other gay people--have to face and deal with in regards to raising a family or just walking onto the street outside of a gay nightclub. I have to show them that me being gay doesn't mean that I'm doomed to wind up with AIDS or that my children will develop severe mental and emotional deficiencies because they have two dads. I have to encourage my brothers to stop calling certain football players "faggots" in front of my nephew, no matter how much I hate Tom Brady.
It's sort of funny and strange that we call it "coming out" because it implies that once you've made that step out that door that everything's done, like you're suddenly breathing in fresh, cool air and feeling the pleasant brightness of the sun on your skin. But I don't know a single person who has had just that experience alone. As LGBT people, we're frequently jumping in and out of the closet, coming out to new friends and shying away from people who we think may not be as tolerant or accepting. And once we do come out to certain people, their myriad responses can range from warm compassion to the threat of serious physical harm--or worse.
It is my hope that my stories and that the stories of others (which can be read or watched on sites like I'm From Driftwood--imfromdriftwood.com--and the It Gets Better Project--itgetsbetter.org) can help both gay and straight people to better understand what it's like to be both closeted and proudly, openly gay. These stories show what it's like to feel different, excluded, and scared, at times. But I think these stories also have an incredible power to show how being gay can also mean feeling unbelievably loved and uniquely special. I believe that only through undertaking the challenge and having the courage to tell, understand and appreciate one another's stories can we ever hope to ensure that everyone enjoys the dignity, equality, and happiness that they deserve.
So, I applaud National Coming Out Day and the millions of people who boldly come out... ...to respect people for who they are and who they choose to be, ...to challenge bigotry and ignorance, ...and to champion love in all its forms and colors.
Happy National Coming Out Day!
P.S. For those of you looking for references to help your friends and family to understand more about LGBT people and their experiences, PFLAG--Parents, Families and Friends of Lesbians and Gays, pflag.org--is an excellent resource.
P.P.S. If you take away anything from my stories, let it be this: don't tell your friends and family important things when you're drunk! Show them and yourself some respect and do it while you're sober! You'll thank me for it later, I promise.
This has been a Public Service Announcement 📣😎 Spread the word!! 📺🔥
These two stole my heart. ❤️
Find someone who looks at you like Dayane looks at Rosalinda or like Lauren with Camila.
If you find a girl like that, don't let her get away from u.
If u find a girl who looks at u like Camila looks at Lauren, u're a lucky person.
Don't let her go, keep her in ur life.
In the circumstances in which they were, it was not possible to stay in each other's lives.
What if they met another way? Maybe at one of their favorite places, in a coffee shop, on the street, at the mall..
What would they be now?
You can't choose emotions, they choose you...
They deserved to be left free to live their emotions without deprivation.
Between them there was a fantastic friendship based on trust, on supporting each other... But let me say that this was the basis of all that was beyond this.
Their way of looking at each other, the sweetness behind every touch...
The way they look at each other yes! it made you realize that it was obvious, there was more than one very strong friendship between them! You could sense their emotions during interviews, their chemistry, their shy looks and hidden in front of the camera, as if all this were wrong, to hide...
Love is freedom, to live in the best way and they didn't get a chance to live it that way, because of management and various bullshit... Such a feeling cannot fade as if it had not been important, it cannot be erased with false reports to cover everything and erase the past with all the things that happened, feelings, moments, people. I know that they still have feelings for each other, they wait for their moment to take it all back.
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