Carly Hood
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Imagine a Life
I have long considered myself to be a creative individual, often wearing this part of my being externally during my adolescent formative years. My constructed image screamed “unique” by design; my clothes, my hair, and my choices were all being utilized creatively to embody an essence of individuality. Yet, in retrospect, there existed within me a distinct air of conformity – endeavouring to become perceptually entwined with the image of someone who embodied a creative soul, rather than stoking my own intrinsic creative fire.
By Carly Hood3 years ago in Motivation
The Fall
It was inevitable, I suppose. For the world as we recognized it to perish. For life with any semblance of normalcy to simply cease to exist. Because for years tensions had gradually increased, threatening to annihilate any false belief we held about our dominant social systems.
By Carly Hood3 years ago in Fiction