PHOENIX
You are the phoenix! A phoenix is a giant, magnificent bird plumed and wreathed in flame. The phoenix is a symbol of healing and of peace. The phoenix is calm and serene in all things. The phoenix also symbolizes rebirth as this creature is reborn from the ashes of its death during which it erupts into flame and disintegrates. The phoenix can also be a symbol for faith and for hope.
You are the phoenix! A phoenix is a giant, magnificent bird plumed and wreathed in flame. The phoenix is a symbol of healing and of peace. The phoenix is calm and serene in all things. The phoenix also symbolizes rebirth as this creature is reborn from the ashes of its death during which it erupts into flame and disintegrates. The phoenix can also be a symbol for faith and for hope.
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At some point I took an online quiz and was told I’m “THE PHOENIX.” That sounds terribly optimistic. Right now I’d love to believe I can “rise from the ashes,” particularly because I’m so spectacularly talented at burning shit down. I think I can still salvage most of the important things, but I’ve been neglecting so many things it’s a wonder there’s anything to salvage. Seriously, why do people still talk to me?
I’m sitting inside a 24-hour Denny’s right now. I’m drinking chamomile tea and pretending I don’t have to go to the bathroom. I’m also not wearing under-things, because Julie kicked me out of bed and told me it’s okay to go to Denny’s completely horrible-looking because it’s fucking Denny’s, and everyone there is a tiny bit less dignified and clean just for being there at midnight.
Besides, there is something wonderful about not giving a shit at all. It’s like you’re giving everyone near you the middle finger. How can you not feel better doing that?
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