“Phil…listen. I’m sorry. I am truly sorry about all of this.” Murray sighed, leaning over the wooden table. Phillip glared back at him, his manacles jangling as he settled in his chair. His dark hair was damp and sweaty, the air was stifling. His face was beet red with anger, but his eyes showed all... Continue Reading →
Original Poetry by MahButtItches. Unusual imagery from mad GoogleFu, and an abundant harvest from the Artists and MemeLords. My eternal gratitude to the MemeLords and My Immortal.
Original poetry by MahButtItches She writes because she cares about asses
13 Rules to (hopefully) not die by
The fire you lit in me Grows colder in your absence I swear I’m better off now, but there’s that part in me that feels suffocated in silence. Your silence. Your is an empty pronoun that could easily be their, because half the time I don’t know who you are except that you’re gone and... Continue Reading →
5 years ago, 2 people fought and 5 lives imploded. Countless others were hurt in the fallout. 4 years ago, I was continuing to be a functional alcoholic, self harming and taking out all my pain by starving myself and living on beer, a slice of ham and multivitamins. 3 years ago, I left the... Continue Reading →
Talking about rape, abortion, adoptions - also the last 20 years of my life. Don't read it if you don't want to read about yucky stuff. Go anywhere else on my blog, there's plenty.
You set me on fire without a single burn A sleeping child awakened in the middle of a storm My dream come true was in your arms Your smile, my north star in obsidian night Moths drawn to flames, your charms my blight Your heart mechanical, your hands surgical Slicing me open without a cut... Continue Reading →
Am I the only person tired of reading articles about narcissists? In addition to yoga selfies, all of my social media is cluttered with articles about narcissists. For a personality disorder comprising 1-6%(depending on the source) of the population, narcissists really get a LOT of press! I'm amazed at how everyone has recently broken up... Continue Reading →
Pulled a quick Jim Carrey, no biggie. In the process of creating the life I want. Whatever that means. I can't put it in words, it's not really about materials. I'm not my house, I'm not my clothes. I'm just a persona wandering around to see what I can learn. Apparently random disappearances from the... Continue Reading →
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