By

Tasha Artwell
Last week I had the pleasure of visiting the delightful city of Rome. Full of wonder and charm, Rome is an ideal location for sites that will leave you breathless, history that will continuously have you full and people that will keep you smiling. We got lost, very lost, and it was perfect. We ate too...
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Over the years I have come to learn that I have a habit of setting ridiculously high expectations for myself and for the people that I deeply care for. These expectations came from a place of admiration and appreciation. They were selfless expectations only ever laced with encouragement and belief in that person. However, these expectations started...
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I almost quit. I was so close to taking the easy way out, giving up and waving goodbye to a dream that I have tirelessly worked on for so long. I had enough, I was about to give it all up. At the beginning, when you decide on a goal and you plan your pursuit...
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There are endless amounts of books claiming they can teach us how to get the man of our dreams. There are literally thousands of self-help books based on the concept of finding love. I’m all for self improvement and being the best person you can possibly be, but when it comes to love and matters...
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The frames were missing, but at least you didn’t feel left out anymore. I can still vividly see you sat in the classroom, at six years old, wearing your dad’s glasses to fit in with the rest of us with poorer eyesight. Do you remember all the dances that we made up and performed for...
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It happens most when he looks at me right after we’ve kissed. It happens on our long walks and deep talks; it happens when I hear him talk so passionately on something he feels so strongly about. It happens when he kisses my forehead and when he makes me laugh so much that I beg...
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Yesterday I just had one of those mornings. I was running late, I ripped a hole in my tights and I forgot my umbrella. Rain pouring and coat over my head, trying to talk to my boyfriend on the phone while running, in heels, for shelter, I was fed up. I was fed up with...
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You definitely have it worse. I wore GAP jumpers with Kappa trousers that had poppers at the side. That was cool, then. I remember playing Snake on my Nokia 3310. I remember going to a party at the local youth club and singing my heart out to Destiny’s Child, ‘‘I’m a Survivor’’. I remember wearing...
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‘‘I don’t know’’ I said, tired of feeling judged. She stared back at me in confusion. In an attempt to understand the unknown and assess my life decisions she then asked, with a frown that spoke louder than her words, ‘‘but, I don’t get it, what are you going to do?’’ I almost slipped into...
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