SqueakWhimsical

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    Higher quality: http://tinyurl.com/3bpycrj

    "I see my future as a world of my own creation. My thoughts and ideas are the frame through which I see life, and I plan to continue to express my creative self through the written word and with an array of visual art. I will use my time to learn and produce, to explore and experience. I want my influence to have a sincere and colossal impact on everything I touch. I will use everything that has been given to me to inspire others. I will reach the fullness of my own potential."

    This was my entry for the "Frame My Future" scholarship contest. I didn't make it through to the finalists, but you all should go take a look those who did and vote on your favorite. I trust Dailybooth's judgment in choosing the most deserving entries. (:
    http://contests.diplomaframe.com/Contests/FrameMyFutureContest/Finalists.aspx?contestID=34&entryID=33845


    Do tell me that your day has gone wonderfully? <3

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    April 5th, 2011

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    I don't have to talk to you about beauty, or tell you how it's definition has been manipulated.
    I don't have to remind you of the photoshopped celebrities and the advertisements that you've seen.
    I don't have to mention how people everywhere compare themselves to a nearly unattainable standard of "good-looking."

    But I did have to prove to myself that I could show you my face.
    ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3lACEF5lr8U )
    I do want you to understand that I don't agree with wonderful human beings ever feeling as if they must hide behind their masks.
    I do want everyone I care about (which, you understand, means the entire world) to understand that I don't see your beauty as based on any of those physical trivial temporary things.
    I want you to know that I, for one, will never require you to mold yourselves, to fit any type of "image," in order for you to have my love.

    I want you to know that I know you're beautiful.
    And that I can always see it.
    Yes. Quite, quite beautiful.
    (:

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    April 4th, 2011

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    We're becoming virtual. So many, too many, have essentially plugged themselves in to this mammoth entity called "technology." Daily human connection has almost exclusively become dependent on hard drives and servers, ingrained within frequencies and binary. Our minds function on planes of social networking and simulated communication, on levels which a generation ago were unfathomed. A part of us has become absurdly dependent on the daily updates and upgrades and uploads and downloads. Our muscles have become wires, acting out physical representations of the technological processes in which we've become so deeply rooted.

    Our generation has the unique problem of trying to find a balance between the physical and on-screen worlds, and of realizing where the two meet. We are the life force from which technology gains any of its pertinence, and yet because of this cybernetic THING that we’ve delved into, it’s our Selves that we are losing sight of.

    Will we ever unplug? Are we even capable?

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    April 1st, 2011

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    Gleaming eyes float like mist through patches of emptiness, weave and hover over the dissolving lives of fallen leaves. The taste of revolutions of death and rebirth hang in the air, clutching at willow twigs. Chills skate in and out of crannies and crevices. Take shallow breaths; do not disturb the early-morning trees as they sleep.

    I have a lot of ideas.
    I have even more realities.

    Editing inspired by @ooceanautt <3

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    March 31st, 2011

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    I made a waterfall out of newspapers stuck to my bedroom wall. The girls I nanny and a few of the neighboring children spent a day with me, helping me out and playing in pages of newsprint as if they were leaves.
    It was a beautiful experience.

    Watch a video about it here:
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0fSPQDTydGY

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    March 10th, 2011

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    We are each strings. They trail through and behind us like silver dust, marking any piece of the world which we touch. We wade through an existence full of other’s strings, tangled, webbed, tugging on one another. The corner store cashier who complimented your shoes, the jogger who smiled as you moved to the other side of the sidewalk, the blogger who’s thoughts you read, the postwoman who delivered that envelope, or the middle class, middle aged man who watched as you crossed the street in front of his car. We touch each other’s lives for the briefest of moments, and our strings entwine and are left there, left behind. We sweep in close to another’s life, and interact, create more tangles in our strings. The earth is a giant, intricate cobweb of those strings and connections. In a different dimension or in the skies of angels, every person is their own star, brilliant and giant and gravitational. They watch as we pull in everyone around us, shining masses ever weaving and tugging, creating moving pictures in their skies. From there, we appear as a giant mass of connections and shapes and constellations. Glowing, silver, shining. All together, humanity forms a masterpiece.

    http://shatteredstarshine.tumblr.com

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    February 27th, 2011

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    Immerse me in water. Put that water in a glass pool. Put that pool over the edge of a roof, suspended stories and stories above street signs and pots and pans and leashes. Give me eyes that open under the water, and let me sink to the bottom. Let my hair tug at my scalp, let it wrap around me. Make the sun shoot light between the surges. Let me look between the hairs and light, and through the liquid and the glass.
    Let me float in the sky.

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    February 6th, 2011

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    Not an edit.

    The idea of the human, physical form still baffles me in a way. It's so odd to look at myself in the mirror and force myself to think, "that's me. That's what people see when they think of Sara. That... person. That thing with dead hairs coming out of its head and limbs sticking out and and holes in its face. It moves! I control it. It's the machine I use to express who I am. Somehow, that's Me."
    A chain of random events led to red hair and white skin and imperfect vision and a short torso and random spots up my arms and shoulders and on my face. Jawline, eyebrows, hips, elbows, thys, ankles, ten toes.
    DNA combined and a punnet square filled up and now... now this is how you see me. This isn't me, but this is what you see.
    Why does this... this shell, this skin, this body, matter?
    Why do you care? Why do I care? Why is it allowed to have such an affect on how we see and feel about ourselves? And each other? Why does it affect US. The real us. Because I don't think it should.

    “You don’t have a soul. You are a soul. You have a body.”
    - C. S. Lewis

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    February 2nd, 2011

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    +Her teeth were perfect. Not like pearls, straight and symmetrical, but like porcelain, glazed and original and beautiful.
    +Other kinds of gravity – masses pulling towards each other, brilliant and giant humans, like stars, being pulled towards each other’s lives. In different dimension, maybe we do look like stars, and when our lives connect and we move towards each other, silver strings show in angel’s skies and turn our lives into moving pictures, changing shapes/constellations.
    +she hated for anything to touch her shoulders but for lips.
    ___________________________________
    I had to type up all the notes saved on my phone so that if it kills itself, I won't lose them all.
    Those are the things I think about at night.

    What did you think about last night?

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    February 1st, 2011

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    “I realize it now— Love is far too deep, and wide, and great. Too big to be contained, in words or in an embrace, not even in laughter. It spills over the rim of distance, and it spills over our lips as we touch, and it stains the entire world. When you kiss me, the love you free in that moment cannot simply rest quietly.. Not in your heart, not on my lips. Once released, it is like a wild spirit. It escaped and it runs and it never relents, after that point. It spreads throughout the universe, until it finds it’s extent, and rests finds its place as the soul of a star. And it stays there, and it watches us. And when we are far apart, and cannot be held, it sees the gap we feel, in the miles and minutes that wage war between our two heartbeats. And with the same relentless vigor with which it escaped, it rides back to us… it’s creators. It weaves through the tides and rides the light and the wind, until it reaches you and I, and it both of our hearts, and we feel it, as an electric charge surges from one end of a wire to another. In the embrace of our first kiss, one that ran away long ago, to the stars.. We are together, though out of sight."

    - My friend @WhimsieWorld wrote that.
    It's perfect, you see?

    _______
    How would you describe your current state of being, dearheart?

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    January 30th, 2011

Sara Ruth "Ruthless" Smith is a 20 year old from somewhere in the universe.

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I'm here for good photographs, new ideas, and interesting conversation.
I'm one of those people you can talk to without being afraid.
Right now, I'm stationed in New Mexico.

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