Morgan. 18. Born and raised in South Africa. This blog embodies all that I am and all that I love. The prettiest colours, the purest thoughts, helplessly waiting as our brains rot. The codes and conducts of society alter our perception of reality. Condemned at birth to live enslaved, our lives are governed, can our souls be saved?
(I do not own anything posted unless otherwise stated) :D
Steal a tube of lipstick from a drugstore. Hands shaking, heart pounding. Say a cheery hello to the cashier. The colour doesn’t suit you but that’s the least of your worries. Wear it every day for months. Go to a foreign city alone. Drink absinthe with a motley crew in an empty bar. Dance until five in the morning. Get up four hours later and bask in the sun. Smile at strangers. Drink too much coffee. Walk for miles. Think about anything but where you’re going. Sit down in front of something in an art gallery and look at it until it reveals something. Look again. Leave the house with a notebook, a novel, and a camera. Don’t come home until you’ve used all three. Walk through a familiar city at an unfamiliar time. Kiss someone whose name you’ll never know. Run until your lungs feel like caving in. Fight for it. nobody tells you this, but you have to fight for it. To be here, in this moment, in the present. Drag yourself out of the past. Have another beer. Stop panicking about the future. Laugh at the men who tell you you’re pretty. You are more than that. Put on your brightest lipstick and go to the grocery store. Breathe in. Breathe out. Sit by the ocean and listen to the waves. Feel your heart beating. Climb a mountain tall enough to make your head spin. Feel your heart beating, always beating.