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loustellaperry · 26 days

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The hours I have spent with a clogged pause between my heartbeats and a head full of visions of getting exactly what I want have gone by like a flash of lightning and a storm.

- Let go.

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loustellaperry · 1 month

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There's Still Magic in the Morning

I woke up in the early hour of 6 AM to the pitter-pattering of raindrops on my windowsill. Anytime this music plays, I cannot help but smile while I stretch from underneath my bed sheets. The first thought that crossed my mind was, "Get up". I had fallen victim to the habit of sleeping in -- even when I wasn't tired, and I had fallen asleep at a decent hour the night before. I'd sleep in simply because society said it was too early for someone who didn't have school or work that day, to be awake.

I had forgotten how much getting up and drinking my coffee meant to me.

While abroad, I remember the tiniest pit of excitement in the depths of my stomach that would emerge when I would wake up WAY before my alarm, just as the morning light had started to show through the curtains. The excitement remained even on the days I missed home, and even on the days I was sleep-deprived and needed the sleep. There is just something inspiring about starting fresh with each new rotation of Earth.

Today in particular, though, was very exciting.

"If I get up now I can listen to the rain while I drink my coffee", I thought.

So I did.

I couldn't decide between coffee or a bagel, so I got both simultaneously. I don't typically eat breakfast with my coffee. I usually get the coffee first and then eat.

. . .

I'll leave you with this silly lil' poem I wrote, pre-any writing class ever, about how the morning makes me feel . . .

There's Magic in the Morning

There's magic in the morning. It's the bright light at the end of your sleep. When your eyelids are strong and rested, and you counted all the sheep. The strength, to stretch your yesterday away, didn't come from inside the walls. That sort of energy comes from your insides, you see. Now go on, your morning magic calls.

There's magic in your coffee, and a bay leaf in your tea. Stir your intentions clockwise, and watch as you plant your seeds. Rise and shine, my darling! This day will surely bring.. all your wishes granted, before you count to three. Remember the universe hears you, so make all of your secret thoughts worth while. For all you send, comes back to you, three times the first pile.

Your day is off to a great start, I told you, there's magic in your veins. Now, make each step a golden one, and work through all your pains. Practice makes perfect, and if you try again, you'll soon succeed. The stars shine strictly for you, the universe will fill your needs.

Now go pick a wand from that tree, it's branches have been calling you all year. Put all your magic into it, the night of the full moon is growing near.

Now yes, it does sound easy, but that's the tricky misconception, you see. Not very many humans are capable of making a magic wand from a tree. Command your sacred forest, and move the clouds with just your eyes. Your magic will guide you on your journey, through your dream filled skies.

From the crisp leaves of autumn to the baby sprouts of spring, the witches rise each day to see it, and the magic they will bring.

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Lucy

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loustellaperry · 10 months

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Not me visiting Fagradalsfjall volcano only days before it erupted. 🌋 I didn’t get any photos too close to the edge but all that black stuff is lava from last year’s eruption. & you can’t tell, because it kind of just looks like Austin is sitting right next to a small stream of lava, BUT it’s like hundreds of feet down and he’s just sitting on the very edge and that’s a very large stream of lava.

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loustellaperry · 10 months

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Some photos from climbing Arthur’s Seat, an ancient Volcano in Edinburgh, Scotland & random pretty mountain clips from driving through the Scottish Highlands.

The dates range from June 22nd - 24th.

As usual, here is a small entry from my travel journal… (I added random thoughts as the day progressed).

24 June 2023

Only just now realizing, as we’re driving through a mountain range of the highlands of Scotland, that I’ve been drawing these scenes since I was 6 years old. They look exactly the way, I drew them.

You can see the water in tiny streams, getting smaller and smaller, the further up the mountain. It’s just a reflection off the sky.

There is no way to describe how small I feel between the vastness of these mountains.

Thoroughly convinced this place is Eden.

Loustella Perry

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loustellaperry · 1 year

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A Motivating Photo of Poppy Seed Bread

January 10, 2023

A photo of my breakfast from Staunton, VA while on a study away trip, a photo of a mug from the bed and breakfast we stayed at while on the trip, and a photo of my friend and I with our new piercings

Hi errybody!

I hope everyone had a good 2022. I grew a lot during mine (which kicked my ass, entirely. I literally lost my car). But sometimes the universe needs us to learn more lessons and honestly I probably needed a little humbled.

But don’t get me wrong, I had an amazing year. I went to England on a study abroad trip, I went to Staunton, and I reconnected with A LOT of old friends (which has been very good for my mental health).

As of now, I am preparing for the Spring semester.

Long ago when I was working on my book, I was in an awesome routine of waking up every morning at 5am. I’d read poetry on my first cup of coffee and get to work while I drank my second. This allowed me to spend a great deal of time on my book while still having a majority of my day for other things. This also forced me to get a favorable amount of sleep each night, which again was very good for my mental health. I count 2021 as one of my bet years. I just felt very in-control of my life. So, this year I’d like to readopt those positive habits.

On another note, I’m pretty hyped for Spring semester. I had a pleasant fall which allowed me to improve my school routine.

Spring has me at 15 credit hours again. Last fall was thee first semester during my entire college career, that I’ve successfully completed that many classes (honestly, last year was also one of my best years regarding success in school. It just hurt a lot). I’m hopefully going to be I will be continuing this schedule. Something that helped me feel comfortable with that many classes was the fact that one of them was online. None of my classes are online for Spring. BUT one of my classes are only one day a week (which is kind of a compromise in my book). Nevertheless, another one of my classes is an Honors course, thus I will be continuing to also push my limits comfort zone.

The first day of classes is on January 17th. Therefore, this week I must purchase my textbooks and some more sticky notes.

Oh yes, I was able to sync my blog to my Goodreads account so if you’re on there more than Tumblr, you can still read all of my mundane posts.

Love always,

Lucy

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loustellaperry · 24 days

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Sunday

On Sunday night, no one suspected a thing. It’s because at one point, I had visioned white and satin and lace, trail behind me but then it was dark. Now all that’s left is a damp black turtle neck and a steady flow of blood. No one suspected a thing. I wore a smile and fooled everybody when I walked in. I took my time hugging each of them, as the plum and burgundy liquid glided from my chest, down my stomach, creating a reflection pool on the floor of the bar. I hoped that if I pressed my chest into them tight enough, the pressure would be enough to clot the blood or sooth the ache or wake me up from my new reality. Then it was dark and no one suspected a thing. I could feel the burn of peach crown cauterize the broken skin as it moved down my tongue, through my throat, and into my chest. I couldn’t stop. The alcohol overpowered the sting of where his hands gouged through my chest cavity with just his finger nails. No one suspected a thing.

The night got dimmer and quicker and flashier and messier. One sip turned into $70 that I wasn’t charged but I sure drank it. No one suspected a thing until I said it out loud, “how could he have done this to me?” My whisper interrupted the conversation as the salt water began to run down my chin. The last thing I remember was all of them lunging at me, and then it was dark.

No one suspected a thing, I don’t think but I was on my knees in the bathroom while the bartender fixed my lipstick, “men are trash” she said. Her words echoed inside of my skull, and then it was dark. The night air on my face made my tears feel like ice, I watched my shoes sway the way the world did. At least ten people stood around me, as I sat on the curb in a pool of blood, with my broken heart until it was dark. No one suspected a thing.

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loustellaperry · 2 years

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Hiii, I’m proud of myself this morning. So I have ptsd from my past. & I’ve had it for like eight years now, and it has only gotten worse lmao. & ofc I take medication for it.

But this passed year has challenged™️ me, and I’ve broken comfort zones I didn’t realize I had. & it got really bad for a second, not that long ago. & I broke down & had to be talked up by a few people. But then it started progressively getting a little bit better.

Yesterday was kind of a level: difficult, day. & last night I had a few people vent to me (which is totally okay & I didn’t mind at all & I’d rather my loved ones vent than not. But as an empathetic person, it definitely drained my energy a bit). I also had a little bit of an OCD moment, as my typical routine was disrupted and it was unsettling. & I went to bed with a stomach ache.

I woke up trembling, as usual, with a migraine. But for some weird reason, my mind is in a really good space. I’m able to identify that my body is not entirely healed from PTSD. So it’s still having symptoms when things are disrupted. But in my mind, I know that everything is okay. & everyone’s always saying you have to master your mind, and keep it separate from feelings & emotions. & I’m just doing it really well this morning? & yeah, I’m proud of myself.

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loustellaperry · 10 months

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Photos from the Sky Lagoon in Kópavogur, Iceland, accompanied by a small entry from my travel journal.

27 June 2023

I feel like I can start again. I feel like I get a fresh start at life. Everything’s new. Every hellish time I’ve ever had, God has righted with this trip. Everything is bliss. I sat by the water and wrote poetry in my head and realized nothing’s bad.

Loustella Perry

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loustellaperry · 2 years

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A Wondrous World

The wondrous world welcomes you, but I see adventures with glassy eyes and a heavy chest,

so yeah, I cried on the phone with her and in the dining room before he left.

God gave us wings

so maybe we’ll fly,

and I can feel every inch away.

I count the minutes until my return and when I sit down at the end of the day.

Never would I change a thing, but to share great things, they must first end.

It’s not the time away, for me

it’s the miles it takes to get to them.

So yeah, I cried on the phone with her and in the dining room before he left.

I see adventures through glassy eyes and with a heavy chest.

The wondrous world welcomes you, so far away from home.

I’ll try to smile when I start to cry,

and we say good bye and go.

Loustella Perry

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loustellaperry · 2 years

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At the table

I haven’t been myself recently

I’ve been lost on the surface of the table with my hands tied behind my back for no reason at all…

but I drink my coffee just the same.

I lost every rose petal that made me, me

and now I wait for him to buy me more.

For no reason at all,

they call me beautiful,

as I dig my nails into the woodwork.

I’m just praying for someone to notice me

I can’t sleep

I can’t eat

and I won’t

even try any more,

and here, I wonder who’s influence I’m under..

I no longer dance in the wind

and wrap the stars around my wrists, for no reason at all, because the world is MY stage and this is MY show…

because it’s not.

I’m sinking into this couch speaking to different people about different things, but my heart beat echoes against my empty chest, for no reason at all.

I don’t rise with the sun

and stir magic in my tea,

I’m lost at the table!

I’m broken

And open

And my bag is empty,

for no reason at all

I just haven’t been myself recently.

Loustella Perry

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loustellaperry · 3 years

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Do you ever wake up wanting different things every day?

I have a hard time deciding on anything because I’m a million different people in a single body.

I have a million different moods with a million different songs in a million different dreams.

I wake up each day with a new routine in a new mindset wondering if this mood will stick or not.

But I’ve realized something.

I’m a writer. I write a million different characters in a million different worlds and read a million different genres.

Perhaps the only thing I need to be is a writer.

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loustellaperry · 3 years

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Less than 3 weeks until Toast, and I chose to wear my Kim Possible socks because if you remove the K at the beginning of Kim, it says IM POSSIBLE.

DID YOU KNOW?

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loustellaperry · 3 years

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This is for anyone who can’t tell the difference between an omen and losing your damn mind,

for the ones who feel like they’re the only hope but they might be making it worse,

…the ones who apologize for taking up space.

If you’re sitting in the middle of chaos and you don’t know your place in it…

I can’t hear you or see you, but I know I’m not the only one who stares at the silhouettes of buildings and sees magic.

The world needs you, even when you’re silent.

The world might be burning, but you’re all the beauty that’s left.

Loustella Perry

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loustellaperry · 3 years

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Today’s the day!!!!!!

This is the cover of Toast!!! I’ve gone through about six different covers before deciding on this one. It has been a VERY long process, BUT the e-book version of Toast is now available to pre-order on Amazon!!!

Paperback will be on sale April 9th. 💫

Toast is a collection of poetry about real life struggles and finding the strength to keep going. I take the reader on a quest through some of my lowest of lows, in a series of short poems WHICH RHYME!

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loustellaperry · 3 years

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Just keep going. 🤍

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loustellaperry · 3 years

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Happy 7 Years, Yoko!

Just wanted to say a quick happy 7 years to my bonsai babe. This is Yoko Ono, if I have never told you. She’s almost a decade old, and her roots are growing talll. She’s currently recovering from a lil bit of a cold, right now. But she’s doing great, and I expect great things from her. Her favorite song is “I’m Like A Bird” by Nelly Furtado.

🌳 Anywho, Yoko is always there for me and still loves me when her physical health suffers due to my mental health.

So thanks for always being there for me bby ❤️

Please let this photo of Yoko symbolism life, and how this is it, it is now, and you exist and are so beautiful.

Toast drops tomorrow and I’m hella sentimental today.

So I’d like to share one thing I want readers to take away from the book...

🥂 fuck it. Do the thing. You are capable of doing the thing. You want to do the thing, so do the thing. Also try therapy. Keep trying therapists until you find one that works for you. I found one good one out of like 12. So they do exist. & it’s worth it, and life changing.

This book would not be happening if I wouldn’t have found a good therapist. 🤍☁️

Check this link for Toast...

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08T9XW5KD/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_awdb_PFSP0VESBKCDQWAENHTE

& get yourself one of those paperback copies I’ve been telling everyone about. It’s live and ready for purchase tonight @ midnight! Turn on the notifs on the countdown on my IG story (@LoustellaPerry), to be notified on the second.

& thank you for everything, always.

I don’t know who wants the book and who doesn’t, but I do know I wrote it for someone like me in a time when I needed it. So I hope you find this and need it and use it and get yourself in therapy and write your book ok. 🤍

Lucy

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