Storms can happen, and a tree can sway. We are a oh fucking kay!
On Guns, Mental Health & Clogged Toilets: That is One Big Pile of Shit – a Modern Metaphor
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?
Dare you to fuck a blender
This thought, “broken, yes, that’s how the light gets in” keeps replaying. This idea that when you want to build a muscle, you break it down first. That’s how you get stronger. What doesn’t kill you makes you funnier; however, it doesn’t necessarily have to be your life’s purpose. I have to wonder if the... Continue Reading →
Oh I forgot, I wanted to do this: The MahButtItches web-verse… -Website: MahButtItches.com -Facebook: MahButtItches -TikTok: Mah_Butt_Itcheshttps://www.tiktok.com/@mah_butt_itches?_t=8Ustgd3oHoA&_r=1 -Insta: MahButtItches -Twitter: MahButtItches -Snap: MahButtItches Brand consistency ✅ brand identity ✅ fuck whoever got MahButtItches on TikTok before me tho. 😡 although it’s kind of amazing I have this many free and clear MahButtItches-es. How can it... Continue Reading →
When you close your eyes, what do you see? The glistening pools of infinity, Or are you mourning upon a desolate sea? Where do you come from? Who is your home? Where is the space between you and your soul? Who are you without the name you were given? What is the space between... Continue Reading →
The Joy of Unbecoming
When we were born We were born to die The wailing of our first breath Implies the weeping of the last Then we start becoming We must become someone Someone becomes a daughter Someone becomes a son Someone became something That something is a mask The mask becomes the mission Mis’ry becomes like... Continue Reading →
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 →
13 Rules to (hopefully) not die:
13 Rules to (hopefully) not die by
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In America today, it is a privilege to have a baby (without your consent).