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Okay now I know Honeys wearing some pretty heavy duty heals but still… SHES A TALL GIRL. I think this is so awesome, being a taller woman myself it’s a bit hard to relate to most (not all!) animated girls because they’re short/medium height. Which is not a bad thing at all!!! I just love the fact that Honey Lemon is taller than average girl and SHE STILL WEARS HEELS. I’ve been told that I shouldn’t wear heals because I was ‘tall enough already’ which hurt my feelings because dammit I’m a girly girl and I like to wear heels. I’m just so happy, I love Honey Lemon even more now.

You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you.

What is your favorite journey?
— My favorite journey is probably the one I’m living right now. Of feeling totally confident and comfortable and free with my sexuality. I feel resistant towards normative expectations and standards of relationships. I feel like for me, I totally feel more confident now than I guess I was in my 20’s with who I am, who I want to become and the woman I am now. I think this has been a long journey for me. I don’t label myself. It’s been a hard journey.

— I really feel like the soul has no gender. The most important thing that we’re here to do is to give healthy love and to be loved. It doesn’t necessarily matter what the physical form of the person you are giving that love or receiving that love, it’s the most important thing to do while we’re here.

I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant. You alone have brought me to Bath. For you alone, I think and plan. Have you not seen this? Can you fail to have understood my wishes? I had not waited even these ten days, could I have read your feelings, as I think you must have penetrated mine. I can hardly write. I am every instant hearing something which overpowers me. You sink your voice, but I can distinguish the tones of that voice when they would be lost on others. Too good, too excellent creature! You do us justice, indeed. You do believe that there is true attachment and constancy among men. Believe it to be most fervent, most undeviating, in F. W.

I must go, uncertain of my fate; but I shall return hither, or follow your party, as soon as possible. A word, a look, will be enough to decide whether I enter your father’s house this evening or never.

—  Jane Austen
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Sansa was a lady at three, always so courteous and eager to please. She loved nothing so well as tales of knightly valor. Men would say she had my look, but she will grow into a woman far more beautiful than I ever was, you can see that. I often sent away her maid so I could brush her hair myself. She had auburn hair, lighter than mine, and so thick and soft… the red in it would catch the light of the torches and shine like copper.

C: As a non-American black woman I need black/African/Afro-American women to understand this: You are more powerful than you know. If you only understood that there are many black women across the globe in Africa and the diaspora that appreciate and respect you. That cherish the work that you do that often goes upraised. That see the ways in which you fight misogynoir and teach them to do the same. Black American women taught me how to love myself. I say this because I was raised by a woman who did not grow up in a radicalized society. 

A woman who loves me but did not understand how and why she needed to teach me to love myself. I learned that from black American women and I know I’m not the only one. There is so much negativity on this page that I need you to know this. I need you to know that you are constantly changing this world for the better and inspiring Black women everywhere how to love themselves. Believe me when I say that there are more Black women in the world who love you than you think. You are some of the only representation that Black women and girls around the world have; That always has and always will mean something.

I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant. You alone have brought me to Bath. For you alone, I think and plan. Have you not seen this? Can you fail to have understood my wishes? I had not waited even these ten days, could I have read your feelings, as I think you must have penetrated mine. I can hardly write. I am every instant hearing something which overpowers me. You sink your voice, but I can distinguish the tones of that voice when they would be lost on others. Too good, too excellent creature! You do us justice, indeed. You do believe that there is true attachment and constancy among men. Believe it to be most fervent, most undeviating, in F. W.

I must go, uncertain of my fate; but I shall return hither, or follow your party, as soon as possible. A word, a look, will be enough to decide whether I enter your father’s house this evening or never.

—  Jane Austen, Persuasion

I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant. You alone have brought me to Bath. For you alone, I think and plan. Have you not seen this? Can you fail to have understood my wishes? I had not waited even these ten days, could I have read your feelings, as I think you must have penetrated mine. I can hardly write. I am every instant hearing something which overpowers me. You sink your voice, but I can distinguish the tones of that voice when they would be lost on others. Too good, too excellent creature! You do us justice, indeed. You do believe that there is true attachment and constancy among men. Believe it to be most fervent, most undeviating, in F. W.

I must go, uncertain of my fate; but I shall return hither, or follow your party, as soon as possible. A word, a look, will be enough to decide whether I enter your father’s house this evening or never.

—  Jane Austen, Persuasion

This is me. I am giving my previously disappointing relationship with Tumblr one more chance, mostly as an outlet to reminisce with past shoots as I am considering giving up on modeling altogether. I am using a slightly different name on here than on Instagram and Model Mayhem, mainly because I want to post almost everything I have ever done, and I am not brave enough to on my more mainstream networks. Ardena is my real first name, interesting story behind that. Dear is because that is the first affectionate thing my Love called me, which sounds silly but I love it. So I hope to gain some admiration on here for purposes of which I am unsure. I mainly want to show how I express myself as a woman - the woman I am.

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@marklaubenheimer

You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you.
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you pierce my soul. i am half agony, half hope. tell me not that i am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. i offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. i have loved none but you.

PERSUASION BY JANE AUSTEN

I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant. You alone have brought me to Bath. For you alone, I think and plan. Have you not seen this? Can you fail to have understood my wishes? I had not waited even these ten days, could I have read your feelings, as I think you must have penetrated mine. I can hardly write. I am every instant hearing something which overpowers me. You sink your voice, but I can distinguish the tones of that voice when they would be lost on others. Too good, too excellent creature! You do us justice, indeed. You do believe that there is true attachment and constancy among men. Believe it to be most fervent, most undeviating, in F. W. I must go, uncertain of my fate; but I shall return hither, or follow your party, as soon as possible. A word, a look, will be enough to decide whether I enter your father’s house this evening or never.
—  Jane Austen, Persuasion

I DO NOT NEED A LOVER TO PROVE TO MYSELF THAT I AM BEAUTIFUL.

I DO NOT NEED A LOVER TO PROVE TO MYSELF THAT I AM CAPABLE OF LOVE.

I LOVE MYSELF AND THAT IS ALL I NEED.

I LOVE MYSELF MORE THAN I WILL EVER LOVE ANYONE ELSE – MORE THAN I WILL WANT TO EMBRACE ANY MAN, WOMAN, OR CHILD, I WILL HOLD MYSELF FIRST AND FIRMEST.

I BELIEVE I AM BEAUTIFUL WITH ALL OF MY SOUL, AND NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES A LOVER LEAVES ME, THAT WILL NOT CHANGE.

I DO NOT NEED A LOVER TO CONVINCE ME THAT I AM A GALAXY.

I’VE ALWAYS HAD IT IN ME.

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Forgive me father for I have sinned, I have loved a woman more desperately than I have loved God. I have looked to a woman more reverently than I have the sky. There, in the sulk of her bottom lip, I find myself talking about a heaven that only exists when she is looking at me,
father she has not been forged between the dip of my teeth, she is not my rib, or my left side, she is my entire stomach, she is my spine. I have been searching for prayer, father but I have found that I can only say her name. 
Dear God, let me have her
Dear God, let her rest with me
Dear God, let the sky turn red from how we burn
The plum tree in our back garden has withered because I have not seen the sun for five days.
I have been worshipping at the cradle of her hips father, she has cleansed me with those hands and those eyes, I do not know how to turn unless it is towards her,I do not know where to go except in her direction.”  

                                                                                     - Azra.T “Take Me to Church”

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5’8”
SW: 149
CW: 135

I HAVE BEEN SO HARD ON MYSELF IN THE PAST!

Not anymore. Why? Because I got sick of looking at myself in the mirror and hating what I saw. All the scrutinizing and ridicule in the world wasn’t going to change how I looked or how I felt about myself, so I decided to change…and that’s exactly what I’m doing. I’m morphing into a woman who loves herself and her body. A woman who goes after what she wants with every ounce of her being. A woman who pushes past the “I don’t feel like it” and the “it’s taking a lot more work than I thought” moments. I’m becoming strong and tough, mentally and physically. I’m falling in love with myself and discovering parts of myself I never knew existed. I feel good. Actually, I feel amazing, confident and empowered. AND YOU CAN & SHOULD TOO!

2015 is going to be a good year! Don’t give up on yourself…and PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE stop hating your body for what it is today, right now. Channel all that negative energy into doing something positive for yourself! Build yourself up, be your own cheerleader. Your health and confidence is in your own hands….DO SOMETHING BIG AND BRAVE!