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Up and Down Goes the Squiggle Line

Bah-bum.

Bah-bum.

Bahbumbahbumbahbum.



Realize it or not, there are many things symbolized by the progression of a not so straight line. Your heart rate. Blog stats. The rise and fall of pleasant (and not so pleasant) emotions. The complexity and depth of a plot. The taking off and landing of aircraft.

There is so much held within the lines that aren't straight and here I am, pen in hand, trying to split my life down the middle with ink. The line looks like a worm and the merciless mocking cackles I hear are only echoed within my thoughts so I'm going to take it as it is. I am going to look at my work and say

Hey.

 Look at that.

 It's beautiful.

 How I can draw and articulate my hands and - my my how wonderful is the creation of the pencil.

Then you will ask how this relates back to the beginning, and I will answer,

"Does it have to? This is a passage about squiggles, not circles."

What makes your heart beat? 

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  1. Lauren Emily6.8.16

    This is so beautiful, I will never see a line the same way! Loved the insightful element of this post <3

    Lauren ♥ | Sincerely, Lauren Emily

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    1. Rosie8.8.16

      Thank you, darling. I really appreciate you saying that. <3

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  2. Anna Elisabeth6.8.16

    Ermagosh your writing is beautiful this post is beautiful you are beautiful <3
    xo,
    -Anna
    www.demigodsandunicornsblog.weebly.com

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    1. Rosie8.8.16

      Eeeep! You're making me blush! Thank you! <3

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  3. Vanessa8.8.16

    I am in AWE. This is a wonderful idea and post. Lines like this rock just like your blog

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  4. Sophie11.8.16

    Wow! You truly see the world in a unique and wonderful way
    Sophie \\ The Techno Maid

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  5. Abbiee18.8.16

    WHOAWHOAHWOAHWOA THIS <3333333

    JUST YES MHMM

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