How I built up the confidence to get a massive back piece and accidentally made peace with myself in the process #recovery#tattoojunkie
https://youtu.be/Om30_q1fhl4 Spoken word poem written by yours truly.
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.
Long ass post...written as a reminder for yours truly more than anyone. I am reading The Secret right now, which is essentially a Cliffs notes of a Course in Miracles (or the source material for most self help anything’s) But I mean, read anything and gratitude will always come to the forefront. No matter how... Continue Reading →
I saw a poem on Facebook this morning, and I posted it to the Husband's timeline, because it has never felt like a more accurate description. "...To be loved like a poet loves words..." My God, I feel like every time I write a poem it's some sort of vocabularian masturbation. Word whacking aside, this... Continue Reading →
Good morning! It's 4:24 AM, and I've been up for almost an hour. I went to bed at 1. I have typed and retyped something about 50 times. My mind argues with everything I do or don't do. Imagery of my brain 's current functionality: So, everything is essentially both at the same time. I... Continue Reading →