Our society seems hellbent on simultaneously embodying Einstein's definition of insanity while getting pissed off that people are going ... insane? Is there a better way or at least another way to look at these complex, nuanced situations?
13 Rules to (hopefully) not die:
13 Rules to (hopefully) not die by
Policy of Truth?
Inspired by This crap Nightstand’s full of bottles “I’d never drink again” The phone with texts and photos “I’d never send to him” My brain’s got all these thoughts and “We agreed to stop thinkin’ ‘em” Around these fucking cycles Why can’t it break and end? The more it happens I fought it “It must... Continue Reading →
Daily Prompt – 1943
Have you ever broken a bone? Surprisingly, no. However, I fucked up my tailbone once, and it’s a funny story, but also one that haunts me a lot, and the very thing that made this fucking blog: so maybe I can work some shit out and you can learn more weird shit about me…Shall we?... Continue Reading →
Oh, how beautiful pain can be
So, you’re 19, you get raped and pregnant. Zoinks! You don’t even believe you got raped, so you hate, self harm, self destruct, and blame yourself - consider yourself an absolute fucking failure, fuck up, worthless- for like… 19+ years til you finally decide maybe talk to somebody about something (there’s so many to choose).... Continue Reading →
When I becomes We, Illness becomes Wellness
TL;DR: Take your Self extremely seriously and make fun of your problems. Because a person is never the problem, people can be fucking dumb. Lots of people doing nothing and asking why someone didn’t say or do something is a BIG FUCKING PROBLEM. Stop taking dumb shit seriously, and stop being dumb about serious shit. Now take a minute, harness your attention span, and learn some more
Did You Try Baking Soda & Vinegar?
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
Stranger Things: My Hot, Psychotic Biopic
She shares this from bed day 4, though yesterday was a productive mostly bed day where I wrote while I cleaned the kitchen and then went back to bed. I took a nap before making dinner, and after dinner, I took a nap. Had a throwing up panic attack last night. Guess who can’t handle... Continue Reading →
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 →