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Call me ‘Sweet Heart’ – #TheRadishGirl

“Give a man a mask, and he’ll tell you deeper and darker truths.
But he’ll also be more abusive, unaccountable and demonic.” Cory Duchesne

So I’m here. With you. On WordPress. Every day. I’m reading you, my wonderfully-outstanding-phenomenal-incredible-surprising-almost-divine-but-still-scary Bloggers (don’t worry, that probably ain’t you. I love reading new peeps/posts too, preferably very simple-straightforward-smooth-plain-light-transparent-easy-as-pie. I’m always checking the comments too. Yeah… I know everything what’s going on behind your curtains if there’re any haha) and I’m often thinking: ARE THEY REALLY WHAT THEY ARE “WRITING”..? Partly, I guess, we are.

Example: Myself (so nobody get hurt lol). It doesnt matter what I’m writing – I do not feel it. Not really. Not as you are thinking I do. Not as you are ‘imagining’ I do. But it’s definitely somewhere inside of me (not so sure).

The feeling.
The understanding.
The love.
The silliness.
The rage.
The tiredness.
The fantasy.
The life itself.
The vision.
But it isn’t me.
Still not me.
How many percents of me there?
I don’t know.

All I’ve figured out: someone else is ‘living’ in my writings (I just simply do not recognize myself there, people).

So far I’ve posted 100 blog stories/and poems+reposts here. Today, while scrolling down in my dashboard – I was totally shocked: I couldn’t remember the content of some of my posts. Literally. Of course I’ve opened them. I read 1-2 lines. Ah, YESSSS! It was me who wrote it. Hm, but I couldn’t relate to it tho. Never 100%. But whatever. (ps: my blog is only 3 month old)

Ok, dont tell me now: “it is only your bad girly memory, Ray” (I  already know it is bad. I already know I don’t care much about keeping in my mind anything I don’t want to keep. Or even what I want to keep. Its much easier to survive day by day. OBS! Take a notes, all depressed outta there).

Ok, I’m “mean”, a harsh paper. A lot of people on the internet think I’m weird-wicked-mean-scary-frightening-terrifying-nightmarish-itchy-hair-rising etc.

But am I?
Yeah, maybe I am.
But this is not my truth.
This is your truth. 

My truth is – I am SWEET. To be more precise – my HEART is SWEET. This is the only truth I know. (don’t eat me, haha)

My father called me ‘Rediska’ = english version of the word is “the RADISH”. He always told me, that I’m sweet soul, but NOT in the way people usually feel the ‘sweetness’, but ‘flavourful’ some way, to the point you are forgetting the taste and thinking ‘this radish‘ is sweet-yummy-spicy-appetizing-delicious-heavenly-sugar-coated 🙂 And he always loved it so much. Ok, I was only 7 yo then. Hahaha. But I still am what I am. The Radish. We can’t change our ‘core’. We are changing daily, but we are what we are…

Fred may always be a soldier at his core,
but that doesn’t mean that “soldier” is the ONLY thing in his core. #comicsquote

What are you, my fellow blogger? Get on THE PLATE…NOOOOOWWWW! :)) 

Silent reminder: you are always welcome here, my lovely Maniacs of WordPress! 🙂 


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raynotbradbury

Living in Sweden/Born in USSR. Happy. Ayurvedic food. Healthy lifestyle. Dogs. Literature. Painting. Meditation/Yoga. I love my life.
"It does not matter how long you are spending on the earth, how much money you have gathered or how much attention you have received. It is the amount of positive vibration you have radiated in life that matters" A. Ray

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  1. Rediska so cute. You are just growing up beautiful each day is what my eyes see. Forgetting is the best way and I would say most important thing in the growth. Letting go past is how we are in present. 😊. Well dear lady not all men are pain in ass for sure and you will agree to it, right. Sometimes the ass of the men is been hurt by a women too. 🙏

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  2. I think people blogging are 100% real because of the anonymity of it, so here we can lay it all out without getting to judged.. too much 😆

    Food… Damn. . I guess I’m a… *10 minutes later* fuck never thought about it.. oki hold on.. *10 minutes later* aaaaarrrrgghhh… tricky question… but oki oki.. I’ll get there, I am a… oyster… Ohhh nice one dude (yes am thankIng my brain now).. because you have to crack me open and there you will hopefully find a pearl.. mm or if unlucky I’m an empty shell. . But I’m hoping for the pearl.. 😆

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    1. A pearl! 💪 Empty shells shouldn’t be on our WordPress-plate at all. Yes, those who r very anonymous -> maybe 80- 90% real.. ps. I have a knife to crack oysters (here, at home 😂) it’s actually very short knife :/ like a finger.

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      1. Choosing the ‘girl’, then you are stuck with her. Choosing the ‘blinking eye’, then you end up with some kind of ‘weird’ ass salad. Choosing the collar (yes) then you have a material object, that can be used as required!

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      2. It is ‘not’ my purpose to make things ‘complicated’ ! Nor to accept ‘you’ as one who is ‘simple’ minded!
        I’ll take your first comment of the day, (to me) and work on it! “Get back to sleep, Kinky”
        Thank you and as always ‘it’s been great’………………..;)

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  3. Oh! What FOOD I am? 😮 This I have never thought about. Let me see… I don’t think I am of animal origin (even though I eat animals), or mushrooms (even though I love picking them and eating them), so I must be a plant. Also, I’d say that I must be something I don’t like to eat myself (or I wouldn’t be so big). I know! Tzatziki! I hate that stuff, and cucumbers in general. So much chlorophyll. Tastes like ganja bhang, and I only tried that once. 😀

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  4. I totally agree, a lot of the time I don’t think people are being 100% true to themselves. But I also have the same thing where I literally don’t remember the content of over half of everything I write. So who knows what is going on. I really enjoy your blog though – keep up the good work!

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    1. Yes..but they aren’t lying. I think it’s partly a human nature – to imagine what isn’t there..😬😂 yeah, about content- it were posts I wrote 2 weeks ago, but I couldn’t remember them 😅 oh, I dunno. Feels #dangerous, forgetting too quickly :/ 🙃

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      1. I think that is true also, plus it is not often very easy to express onself with words. I find I start writing with an idea and it ends up nothing like I imagined. I mean it could also be that we just have terrible memories haha.

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