When's the last time you did something for the first time?

Becoming the main character of your life doesn't take a lot, if you've been given everything . I truly don't believe in empty vessels. I mean I do believe that there are empty people walking around -people that have allowed their souls to take flight, but even they have something caged... something left over. Something still there even if it's bare and really cold. Everyone has a gift and or talent that can take them exceptionally far -if taken seriously. But what am I saying? My own mother is an empty shell, and everything that comes out of her mouth is a total and noncomplete lie. She owns no gifts, and knows no bounds, if she's constantly stepping all over the boundaries that were meant to in fact, help her. How stupid she is without any known reasons, because she seemingly always finds lying more fitting than actually opening up and telling the truth. Let's talk about being the main character and what that entails. For starters everything you do ha

These days I've been feeling like a monster, like a villain. I've been feeling abnormal but not in a way that you would think. I used to think that I needed to be released from a curse, but then I relaized that I wasn't cursed -but in fact chosen. Although my spirit was above all disturb, it wasn't yet tainted, it wasn't yet truly gone. I wasn't yet truly gone, I was in fact still alive. Even though I didn't want to think about it, there I was -shifting without actually shifting. I was outgrowing all those around me, and I had those same people calling me names, because for the first time it was me actually seeing my potential. I was seeing my potential, and I had fools trying to keep me around, trying to keep me how they've always kept me -small. I told myself that I had to get out and figure this sh!t out... but I couldn't do it while living in this plain reality. I need a new reality if I was going to think differently. I needed to go to

What do you honestly know about me when I'm not using my virgin tears to write such poetry? Who and or what do I appear to be when I'm really from neptune? Did you know I have abilites just like other unworldy people, because how the hell can I take you to space without first dragging you onto some nearby rocketship? But honestly where would we land if not on another planet, if we're trapped within a selfish firmament? How can others outside the bracket help us if they can't even get to us? Are they too dying for an unknown cause? Are they being protected all while we're left unprotected? Do they believe in such beliefs like the ones we were forced to believe? Are their minds free and uncrowded, or are they caged and very much so flammable to extraordinary people unlike themselves? I'm feeling a bit magical or shall I say whimsical. I'm feeling like I can shift, and be where I intended on going, just before I become a sponge to someone else's self

Why do we always feel the need to need the most unbearable people? Here I am, not really asking you this question without first asking myself this very question. Yeah times can be rough, but I've been noticing that life gets extremely rough or even tough when we hold onto the people that need to be at a great distance from us overall. In any discussion is the right discussion to bring up a topic like today's conversation. Let's chat, because I've been so busy being mortal that I almost forgot how immortal I am. I'm only tired if I say and act like I'm tired, and I'm going frustrated when I'm around the wrong people, because I've analyzed my situation here. I'm reserved but very chatty around the right people, but I quickly become a sponge to evil and inhumane people, and I'd like to change that. What about you? It seems like I need a certain someone for a particular resource, but most times it's me taking the easy route know

If this was a game of hide and seek, where would you hide if you knew that you were being chased? Where would your desination lead you, if not at a great distance from the devil. Hell, what if in the end you were led that way or even this way to eventually shake hands with the devil? Would this game of hide and seek build some sort of character development; would this new image take shape or would it dissolve? Can you even begin to imagine what kind of woman you could become if you were to in fact allow the smoking gun to pierce your lungs -all while you lose the once was shape that you inhibited? But here we are. I remember being here once before -last year. I wanted to dive into this segment without any thought, but with enough gems... because all I managed to cough up last year was the siren archetype. My archetype. But what kind of woman would I be if I included some all while excluding the rest...so grab your wine and read along, because this ITGIRL doesn't miss when she

In my lifetime I've manage to fill so many of my voids, and I can tell you right now voids are meant to be felt and not filled. Not wanting to feel partially empty caused me to lose money, break my word, loose childhood friends,etc and I did it all for what? I have questions but I don't seem to have any answers. I mean I know at one point I wanted to outdo my past, but I also realized that competiting with your own past could have you tripping over visible, but not so visible bullsh!t. I was walking around with my shoes untied chasing feeling that were really made up lies. Did I know it at the time, no? Did I give myself a chance to see the lies... also no. If I would've just waitied then surely I would've stayed in the game instead of ending up on the bleechers. I think I was predicting my future while still overthinking what should've been layed to rest. I was creating unfashionable demons all while wanting them to be the utmost fashionable, and of cour

When did your sense of fluidity ever get you far? I'm pretty sure one of the plastics would love to talk some sense out of you, because she's just that senseless. But in an era like this era, who needs brains if getting what you want took no brains at all? Ladies and honest gents let me introduce MISS KAREN SMITH to the ITGIRL PLATFORM. Hold on. Wait just a second. Okay there we go. The light was a just little shaky at first but everything's all good... not like you asked, but here I am always saying what others couldn't care any less about. It's been awhile... you know us meeting backstage to talk everything PINK and disregard any and everything dishonest. Truth be told I'm a trooper when it comes to placing down the pen if what comes from it doesn't spark my finger to press publish. But anyways this segment is back so get comfty while we take notes from KAREN S. herself. KAREN knows that little to no thoughts can get you far. I mean to the world

You're good and you know it. Even when the world is shaming you for being... well you -even still you manage to push through. Why is that? Why must the good people continue to show up and be better than the rest? Why should we continue to roll over while society punches us until we're black and blue? Why are we the volunteers to a reckless society. Hell, if other dimensions could(which they can), they'd definitely say how disgusting Earth is -if they haven't already. Even though this era doesn't deserve us, what are people like us willing to do to play the long game? What morals are we willing to reset, if it means discovering our authentic selves, because remember the world always has a plan for the good ones. A good plan, no. Of course not. Some part of me had the time of my life and then everything shifted. One day I was planning for my prom, and then I never went, but somehow I convinced everyone that I had gone. Why did I lie? Why did I allow such l

Is it me or have I been more consistent. I feel like I'm giving you more of myself. I think I'm doing what I should've did last October but... okay honestly living in the past hurts no one but the person living in the past. I've already told you that my past doesn't give me any comfort. Back in the day it did in a haunting way, but then I realized just how daunting that whole concept was, and here we are now. I forced myself to walk a different path. So, tonight let's do something out our comfort zone. Let's go for a late night drive. Let's see sometihng we've never seen before. I'm bored. I've literally done everything I was supposed to do today... crazy right. So I have nothing really left to do, and I don't know how to feel about that -besides being happy of course. I don't know what it is, but I've been trying to watch something on my phone and nothing is sparking my interest. I can't even turn on my t.v. I don&#

Honestly in October, I chose not to think. I chose not to think about what could take over me and make me something unexplainable. I'm choosing not to think about the possiblity of becoming a vessel to uncanny spirits. I mean how could I ever come up with the time to think along those lines if I'm too busy creating the best parts of myself. Why must I bury myself in meaningless items when I could get lost in things that have the utmost potential to matter to not only myself -but to the world. The weather is reminding me just how summer didn't do it for me. The cool breeze and not so sunny days are reminding me that beautiful things can still happen. I can just as easily turn over stones just like the next person. I'm no different from a better zipcode or a simplier time of place. My ice tea can be just as sweet as someone who didnt' work as hard to get the right ingredients. I mean sh!t... maybe the nothing that I have is the promise of getting everythin

I think I need a drink. A drink of forgiviness -that is. I need something to swallow, because the person I'm about to become is purely out of spite... it's because of spite. I despise the location where I reside. Hell was created for me and I've had enough. Yes. Hell has made me an alcehmist, but what's a creator if the creator has nothing to show for? I'm beginging to sniff out the indifference. I want change and everyone around me wants to stay the same. In fact their energy alone somehow reaches out to me to also do the same... and that's not what I want to do. I want to drink to absolution, because I've been given the answer out of this hell hole, but what's altrusim without the ammunition to use what you've salvaged for so long? I need to upgrade my life, or else I'll be stuck with miserable people, as well as miserable energies. I'm a pirate but I'm being forced to shackle with the nothingness that could never heal such

It's the time of the month to do something spooky -to be apart of something spooky. It's the time of the month to come alive, and let everything unlike you die. The night only becomes enjoyable when you take control over your life, and stir clear of anything enabling a wickedness, unlike any wickedness this human race has ever known. I mean, don't get me wrong, there's always good in wicked spaces. But how good can wicked truly be if it's keeping you stuck? Ladies and gents why don't you take my hand and lose control for a minute. I promise by the end of this nonpretentious read you'll have a better understanding as to why autumn is the perfect season to allow things to fall all while letting yourself rise and take back your reign. Since we're friends and all... let me show you just how real of person I am. The other day I ended up reaching back out to a friend, and the person I was at that time in my life was uninspired. I was too easily pisse

Frequencies should be looked at -on a more intelliegent level and or scale. Frequencies are so underrated. I would love to know why... if we're dishing insights on both of our behalfs. I've never seen improvement over someone else's life when all they listen to is negative frequencies. Frequencies can heal you as well as disturb you. I think that everyone should take heed, when it comes to energy snatching music. I don't think that I would be able to have this much clarity as I do know if I didn't pay homage to lofi music. My to do list doesn't seem so demanding as it usually does -in fact it seemingly has more character. Instead of writing down the never-ending and seemingly torturous tasks that need doing, I can simply feel more encouraged, when its me feeling safe enough to write the words: Don't raise my voice today. I know. I get it. Simple demands can seem very doctile if measured against "actual demands" for oneself, but look at

I think getting wiser comes with realizing just how many good things have left your life. Oh my goodness. No I'm never happy or satisfied when a great thing leaves my life -especially when it's promising fortune that's seemingly gotten away from me, because of my laziness.This is me saying that sometimes our energy could be unknowingly leaving us -all while taking everything good from us. Gravitional pulls are so real, and they're disloyal if taken for granted. Lately I've been changing my life especially my thoughts,and I've been seeing just how much my energy was leaving me prior to changing my point of view. Believe me, it sucks when I notice just how far my disassociating has gotten, but then I quickly become grateful when I'm able to flip the switch and come back to myself. Promising to never be the same easily and simply looks like dropping old values that clearly no longer serve you, and where you're wanting to go. Also not fearing what

See the thing is if you always come off as being approachable you'll always have the strangest of outcomes . You'll always have total strangers with uncanny agendas looking to get one over on you. Being a nice person without any tactfulness will always be your own demise, and who wants to die by their own hands -even if it was someone outside of them holding the gun? Getting buried before your time is up comes easy to an already experienced bounty hunter. Do you honestly want to be a victim to a hungry wolf? I mean where's the fun in leaving Ocotober before October does its thing and leaves us? Here'a few reasons why people should fear you, and why you mustn't fear anyone ever again. People should always fear you because who are you if considered unknown to the next person? Look. All I'm trying to say is you're making yourself too available. An open schedule always leaves room for cruel people to practice their favorite games -deadly games. Peop

For starters I just wanted to say I'm not saying this, because it just so happens to be night, and when it's night it seems like the mind works silent wonders of destruction -I'm saying this because it's f*cking true. None of this sh!t is real. I mean, waving my arm in front of my eyes feels f*cking weird nowadays. Talking about my life to a random person only feels like I'm not saying nothing at all. I don't know if it's because people these days are total randoms, or if it's because this sh!t is just not real. I keep getting small flashbacks of the past and with each memory it hurts my core just a little bit more... but if I were to begin to tell myself that this sh!t is false, how would my life begin to look? I think it's unsettling when nothing new is happening, but all around you there is new energy waiting to be taken advantage of. Sometimes it feels like we're being taught a lesson, without the proper emotions to notice that we

Energy never dies. Boom I said it. I just said what you've probably heard a million times before. But at some point shouldn't you begin to look into what's constantly being said? If energy truly never dies, how many of those before us are still living? How many of them are siphoning our energies -as a collective? How many times have you caught yourself not feeling up to par, because your energy was never yours to go forth with? I want to let you in on a little secret. October is where it's at. Old and useful energy is here to guide you, but in saying that, there are also negative and stifling energies out there roaming around looking for the perfect and helpess host as well. Everyday is a new day for a new agenda -whether that adenda is to do good or to do numerous of crimes is a question to the doer wanting to take action. You're meant to be felt. You're meant to be heard even if your voice shakes. We were never meant to stay still in the time of

Fear not the indifference that travels with October. Don't be afraid. I promise I didn't mean to sound scary while giving you a proper chance to think alongside empty vessels, who patiently wait for you to use earth's raw and untouched magik. Hear me out and maybe even from a distance, because some messages aren't as sacry if heard from across the way. Some mountain tops are more eventful than others... so I've heard. Hurry up and stand on your mountain before they take that away too. Isn't it quite creepy, but also magical that unheard of behavior is also interpreted as insidious behavior. Fast magik is always considered demonic practices by those choosing to stay and play small. People who fear change are the same motherf*ckers who will unshamely call you a f*ckable bastard, all because you chose to use October's magik -instead of shaming it. Growing up and maturing(to a certain extent, because let's be clear who are you really if you're no