She Sells Sanctuary

Forever21 black lace bustier and crystal chandelier earrings; gifted shoes; vintage black net poncho, skirt, and necklaces.

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"Oh, the heads that turn

Make my back burn

And those heads that turn 

Make my back, make my back burn."

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As a self-confessed attention whore, it's rare that gossip ever truly gets to me. I actually find it quite humorous and occasionally flattering when people talk about me, good or bad. However, there comes and time and place when the chatter is so mindless, the rumors so unwarranted and contextually warped, the overall response so ridiculous and hypocritical, that whispers behind fingers and voices behind closed doors become an irritating and unwanted nuisance.

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"I'm sure in her you'll find

The Sanctuary."

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I've known for a long time that the only person who will genuinely always be there for me is myself. To borrow a quote from a favorite childhood book, Mara, Daughter of the Nile: "Look after yourself, girl. No one else will." Not so long ago, I used to place high value in the investment of trust and loyalty in certain people. My own child-like naivety and innocence prioritized their existence, their thoughts and opinions, their advice and desires for my future over my own. What a sad joke. To make a long story short, there comes a time when a person's true nature is revealed, and (despite well-meant initial intentions) the outcome is less than flattering. I still value my true friends. They are precious gems that should be treasured and never taken for granted and their absence would create a gaping void in my life. 

All in all however, the place of safety, the only Sanctuary, is within myself.

Mwah! Mwah!
~Hope Adela 

P.S. I am not going Goth, nor am I depressed! This was a hasty attempt at a 1960's Biba look.

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