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 →
In the face of death and tragedy, it is normal to cling to the idea of life, joy, and happiness. The problem arises, though, because most people do not want to accept that none of these things can be held on to. It is an awful and sobering reality to see people merely going to... Continue Reading →
When I started writing, I wrote pieces focused on celebrity body parts in relation to life. I have missed writing about things like being leaky colons and constipated assholes, so I thought I’d come back to an old style. Today, I am focusing on a vagina. Dating articles make me generally homicidal: especially when I... Continue Reading →
How many hearts have been broken by a broken heart? Love has become a gift only from indian givers Where takesies and backsies are as common as x’s and o’s Love has become a razor blade in the corner of our eyes Even when we smile, we have a little cry Where thoughts and cuts... Continue Reading →