the doll

I’m the doll that’s always on the shelve.

Pretty but not too much, short and not too tall. Whose mouth is always smiling and whose eyes are always sad. The one that’s weak but also strong.

I’m the girl that loves to hug, but hates receiving hugs, the one that reveals too much or hides too many secrets.

Passionate yet lethargic, self assured yet insecure, valiant and brave yet so scared inside.

Beautiful but confusing in my contradictions, at the end of the day I’m still the doll on the shelve.

The one the other girls won’t play with.

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lol Oscar.figeroa@myldsmail.net

Querido Oscar

O Elder Figueroa (que tan extrano suena que te llamen asi todos los dias?) Espero que estes bien en dondesea de Venezuela que estes (prefiero que se mantenga el misterio de tu locacion asi hay mas intriga, por eso no le pregunte a Pedro en donde estas), aqui todo el mundo sigue igual, y aunque me gustaria contarte el millar de cosas insignificantes que le han pasado a la congregacion de la capilla de paramaconi desde que te fuiste (willmaris se volvio a cambiar el color del cabello, maibis y maiker tuvieron su bebe, el obispo fue cachado comiendo alitas de pollo en la cocina…etc) se que la vida en la mision tiene que ser mas interestante que cualquier cosa que te pueda chismear, debe ser algo muy espiritual, estar todo este tiempo con solo la meta de compartir el evangelio con tantas personas como puedas.
A veces siento como si huberias ido a la guerra sabes, a servir a una causa mucho mas grande que todos nosotros, batallando con armas mucho mas poderosas que cualquier bomba nuclear, en contra de la adversidad y la opocision de el mundo y el hombre natural, como un soldado del senor dispuesto a compartir su testimonio hasta con su ultimo aliento, al menos asi es como me gusta imaginarte, aunque se que probablemente no te sientes como guerrero GI-JOE ahorita, debes tener esos dias en los que llegas al apartamento cansado y sudado de un dia de predicar, y lo menos que te debes sentir es invencible, pero deberias saber que hay personas aqui en casa que creen que lo eres, te extranamos mucho, yo te extrano, sobretodo porque nadie da abrazos de oso como tu, y es dificil encontrar a un buen amigo para abrazar hoy en dia, no te rias Oscar pero para mi siempre te pareciste a Kung-Fu Panda, adorable y echador de broma, pero cuando se requiere algo importante, llegas y sorprendes a todo el mundo con tu barbarosidad, y ingeniosidad, salvando el dia una amistad a la vez, asi eres tu y el senor debe estar orgulloso de contarte entre sus misioneros aunque te tengamos que extranar un poquito durante un tiempo.

Cuando Maria y Pedro hablan de ti se nota que tambien te extranan y estan felices de que estes en la mision, se que en este momento debes estar cambiando las vidas de muchas personas con tu testimonio y que cuando regreses lo seguiras haciendo, si tienes dias tristes, no te desanimes, sigue adelante con fe y te prometo que las cosas van a mejorar, y si tienes dias alegres, disfrutalos, porque son los que valdra la pena recordar.

No olvides que aqui tus amigos oramos por ti y te deseamos todo lo mejor en tu jornada, cuidate.

Con amor
Celeste 🙂

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dax

The first guy I ever saw on campus was him.

After all who could ever ignore the flying guy with multicolored feathers protuding from his back and a long beaked nose that hovered just above the founder’s monument, surounded by equally smug warlocks and fae.

It was imposible not to gape.

“That’s Dexus Flynn” Keya snorted beside me rolling her eyes “don’t stare at him too much tough, our kind doesn’t mix with his”

“Why?” I asked my guide puzzled

“Because many a witch have died for trying to fly too close to the sun”

Nodding, I understood her warning.

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The first guy I ever saw on campus was him.

After all who could ever ignore the flying guy with multicolored feathers protuding from his back and a long beaked nose that hovered just above the founder’s monument, surounded by equally smug warlocks and fae.

It was imposible not to gape.

“That’s Dexus Flynn” Keya snorted beside me rolling her eyes “don’t stare at him too much tough, our kind doesn’t mix with his”

“Why?” I asked my guide puzzled

“Because many a witch have died for trying to fly too close to the sun”

Nodding, I understood her warning.

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suposedly a nice picnix

The picnic starts like any other in our lawn, first there’s my mother, the Oracle calmly instructing Andrew to eat, the teen werewolf just rolls his eyes and looks at Benjamin, our middle child, who’s delicate fae features frown ignoring him.

Suddenly baby Matthew begins to cry, our little alien startling us, still not quite used to living among earthlings.

Dad’s magic wand stops seasoning the barbecue once he notices my presence and smiles.

Which brings us back to me, just back from college, the intelligent human and eldest daughter.

A spot of average in their sea of brilliance.

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hello users of wordpress my name is escaily and this is my first post

Hi people out there my name is Celeste but you guys can call me Escaily.

I’m new at wordpress.

And I have no idea what I’m doing.

Seriously I don’t, today I was just browsing trough my cellphone for a decent blogging app when this thing popped up, so I decided to give it a try.

Things you need to know: I’m a 18yearold unemployed college freshman currently lost in a sea of “I don’t know where the heck my life is going”, a struggling writer on the side with tons of Ideas and little time to write everything down, living in a remote part of Venezuela inflicting cultural shock all places I go, I have a big family and not many friends but I still think I’m one hell of a lucky person so nice to meet you stranger.
Hope you stick around.

First of all I’ve never been one to go around blogging, I mean it, the things that happen in my head are usually so complex I would need a large notebook and a therapist to be able to write it all down, plus my grammar has a tendency to let’s just say “slide”, so the whole “sharing my hear out in the internet” has never been my thing.

I have a mother that could put to shame the whole cast of Criminal Minds, CSI and Lie To Me combined, (yes she is THAT bad) can you imagine what she would say if I started spewing garbage on this blog? Probably burst a vein and guilt trip me from here to Spain into deleting all internet trace of “shamefull behaviour”, seriously I’ve never been more nagged about since the day she got the twitter app on her Iphone and saw (aka disected with judging eyes) my every tweet since I created my twitter account, needless to say that my advice for you youngsters of the future is “never let you mother get a twitter”, gosh one thing is to be pestered about your every freaking post on facebook (which SHE drove me away from ever using again) but twitter is just ridiculous.

*reads the post so far* wow an entire paragraph complaining about my mother and it’s not even my seccond post, maybe on some subcouncious level I’m starting this blog to piss her off, don’t get me wrong I love my mother, but her detectivecidal tendencies can drive anyone to rebellion.

On other note, I’m an acconting student, which sounds but isn’t quite as boring as you might think, I like it a lot, it’s just simply not a carreer as an award winning writer that’s why I can’t fully love it. Nevertheless I hate to feel unusefull and just in case the whole “life long dream” of being a writer doesn’t work out, I have accounting as a fail safe.

So yeah, I have absolutly no idea what this blog is about, I’m pretty sure it will contain ranting on my part about everything and everyone, but other than that this thing I’m doing is totally unwritten..

Love Sky

this is me

this is me

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