t_legacee

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“Now that you have lost, you will have to be punished...”
Chun-Li is my absolute favorite cosplay and technically my first ever - I was 11 years old and completely Street Fighter obsessed when I convinced my aunt to help make me my first Chun-Li costume for our Karate Schools Halloween Party. I still love dressing up like her, fighting and kicking boys asses at Street Fighter to this day. 🤍👊🏼💙
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As always, send me your requests - I will get to them! - and thank you for & ! I appreciate you & your support. 🙏🏼

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Happy birthday to my stunning partner-in-crime, my big bro, my twin . I love you more than words can say and miss you more than you know. I hope you had a wonderful day celebrating YOU my lobb! Xoxo

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Reading is sexy.
•link in bio•

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You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
’Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
’Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

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Together we rise.

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📸 .photos

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These two. ♥️❤️
Everyday is daughter’s day.
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But then, maybe “I don’t believe in you” is the cruelest way to kill a monster.
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-Helen Oyeyemi

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Feels like Fall. 🍂🍁
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Hypopituitary Hypothyroidism.

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I’m trying to enjoy every second.
I’m trying to squeeze the life out of every single little burst of energy that I have these days, every moment with the girls & the dogs that I’m not at work or in bed, exhausted, at the doctor, having tests run or blood taken. No, I do not have Covid-19. I actually still have no idea what’s wrong-we’re still getting there. What I do know now is that whatever has been making me so sick & so beyond exhausted & so not myself is a direct result of my Traumatic Brain Injury; damage to my pituitary gland that went unnoticed for far too long. My concerns & my pain dismissed for far too long. When you have an invisible illness/injury people always say that you’re lucky to be alive but they don’t realize what that means to those of us living under this cloak of invisibility. Often times our old lives & our old selves are gone-that part of us is over & dead to us. That life, those dreams, that person we used to be, we are forever changed. Life is forever changed to “life before” & “life after” the trauma. We may be alive but we are now suffering with the results of surviving; the loss of our lives and ourselves before, the excruciating physical, mental, emotional & spiritual pain that comes with surviving something traumatic, the loss of friends and loved ones who cannot or will not adjust to the new you, endless Doctors & specialists who make you feel like you are exaggerating everything, like you’re crazy, dozens of medications, hundreds of tests, becoming a ghost of who you used to be...alive, yes, but no, not quite living at all.
12/01/20 will be my 6 year post TBI anniversary. For six long years I have been suffering silently. Invisibly. More than even I knew. I wish that I had an advocate back then who knew more about this, who knew more about ME. Who could have come to the Doctor with me, stood with me & said, SOMETHING IS WRONG. She is NOT OK. She is NOT HERSELF. I wish that when I was growing up that concussions weren’t swept under the rug as no big deal and that I was made aware that multiple concussions are indeed traumatic brain injuries & that they are VERY FU***NG SERIOUS. Take care of yourselves. And each other.

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evil is always possible
and goodness is eternally difficult
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“Dogs are our link to paradise. They don’t know evil or jealousy or discontent. To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring—it was peace.”—Milan Kundera
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Best friends & Soul Mates 🐾
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BABY!
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a lighthouse doesn’t fire cannons to call attention to its shining. It just shines.

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It’s official...as of 7/30/20 Miss Birdie is our Foster Fail #2. I miss Kylo all the time, every day and I still have moments where I break down because it just doesn’t seem like real life without him but I think he would have loved Birdie, I think that he knew we all needed each other and I know that he is happy knowing we saved another pup, just like I promised him I would.
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Birdie is hilarious. She’s obviously a model with her speckled fur and different colored eyes. She’s a little bully, short and stout - a super curvy southern girl who likes LOTS of attention and all eyes on her. She isn’t scared of anything or anyone even though she’s a tiny little meatball. She’s super sassy and very sweet. She loves to snuggle and cuddle and play with her new sisters, and . We’re so excited to add her to our family. Thank you to for and as always for my most handsome, most orange, most loved and missed boy, . We love you.