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Happy New Years tumblree and tumblrettes!!

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BestBuy have gave us their permission to do this giveaway and we are more than excited.

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Look do you see that flower over there?

The determination in its reach is apparent.

It will reach for that sky as surely as atlas will hold it up,

and then it will blossom, full of beauty.

See the book balanced on that boulder?

It is full of remarkable thoughts and ponderings.

It holds worlds inside of itself and has so much to share.

it will fill every holder with wisdom.

Tip your head to the sky, see the sun?

The brilliant shine warms our skin with a smile

as the wondrous giant brings happiness to this life.

It will watch our meadow for always.

Marvel over this wonders for awhile.

Capture this image of our Terabithia,

for now I have a different wonder to share.

I am not a flower smiling with beauty,

nor am I a source of reason and thought,

nor am I bank of endless light.

For this, I may disappoint you.

  Scribbling is a way of life I suppose. A way to get those thoughts out of your head and into the world. Whether you write them on a scrap of paper, type them for the world to see, or fulfill that dream of getting your thoughts published if you can manage to get them out there somewhere you are a writer. If you are courageous enough a voice to those gusts of wind filling your head and wrapping your mind around countless topics throughout the day then I commend you. You are brave you are special. 

  I am not brave. I am not special. I maybe typing this now but this is the first time in many many months that I have had the courage to write a word. You see for a while I was afraid to write again. I thought that my words were either generic or too much as a result of everyone else, so they could not be worth writing. But every thought is an outgrowth of a previous thought. It is one of the many buds forming on the tree branches, and if you let it be it will bloom and you can see it for its beauty. Every word is beautiful and should be spoken, written, created.

  Although my fear of my words were not the only reason for my writing slump. I was afraid of people as well. What if someone discovered that I was writing again? What would they think? Did I really want to deal with their judgments? Or perhaps I would tell them I was writing again and it would only reaffirm their beliefs that it would never amount to a damn thing.

  This season brings about a fresh start. The summer smells and the warmth on my skin strikes the spark in me. Their presence in my life is temporary and if it is not than they will adjust. If I need to write than I should write. You don’t wrap duct tape around a branch to stop the blossoms from blooming, nor should you stifle someone’s thoughts or creativity. If you want to write than take a deep breath and let the words spill out of you.

  What if they are not appropriate? What if it doesn’t sound right? It does not matter. Your thoughts are the rarest colors in the sky, the ones you watch for that you will remember forever. Those thoughts are honest and deserve to be voiced. Share them with the world. Let everyone else see the colors too.