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About Me
Political Leaning: Undecided
Relationship Status: Other
Name: Roxy
Occupation: Dreamer
Education: Bachelors Degree
More about Me: a pint of ice cream.
a nice frosty beer.
a nap in the middle of the day.
a manicure/pedicure i do myself.
cuddling.
or a combo of all in any given order.
ways i unwind.
Favorite Music: Anything. If it speaks to me- its in my ipod.
Favorite Books and Writers: Mayda Del Valle: Bridgin' The Gap
John Steinbeck: East of Eden
Edwidge Danticat: Breath, Eyes, Memory
Gabriel Garcia Marquez: One Hundred Years of Solitude
Francine Rivers: Redeeming Love
Elizabeth Gilbert: Eat, Pray, Love
Jane Austen
Jamaica Kincaid
Shel Silverstein
Pablo Neruda
to be continued.
I can't live without: a nice comfortable bed and a notebook to write in.
I am most proud of: Memories of performing poetry.
I am most guilty of: singing romantic songs and crying.
Words I live by: Faith. Hope. Love
The world would be a better place, if only: people gave each other the benefit of the doubt. always.
Interests: Writing.
Reading.
Quiet.
Solitude.
Wind.
Rain.
The moon.
Stars. (only in the sky, not as decoration)
Working out.
Running (yes, to me they r separate)
Eating.
Dancing.
Laughing.
Crying.
Music.
Singing.
Profession: Dream
Slogan: To write, be committed to live!
About Me: I like the silence of the middle of the night and the hum at dawn. I rather sleep in than have a long day. I rather eat anything once even if it changes everything later. I recently realized how much of my mother exists in me. Still recovering. My best friends are my two older sisters even though they are the last people I go to for advice (it wasn't like that once upon a recent past). I've met the man that is the standard for all the current men in my life as well as those to come (and he is not a family member). Most times, in spite of myself, he is my better friend. My favorite version of myself is the me I become right after I work out. The only thing I miss about who I used to be is performance poetry. I am afraid of life; losing it, missing it, forgetting. I thrive in the little moments, the smaller pictures. The big picture changes too often to bother feeding with passion. I believe in love.
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