Validate or Abdicate from the Conversation

Suicide is not selfish. Suicide will never be selfish. Suicide is the terminal result of debilitating, life altering brain bullshit. Unless you are the type that tells cancer patients if they die, it’s selfish… 🤷🏿‍♀️ I hate the terms mental illness/mental health bc it is not that black and white. If I’m going to use... 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

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 →

MahButtItches, LLC

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 →

Sterilize

Sterilize --Spoken Word on TikTok Sterilize Sterile smiles, virile lies I’m getting better, my soul has died It is an illness It is insane It is my heaven It is my grave They say it’s catching Like I’m a cough They say I’m crazy I say, so what? Starry eyes, eerie cries Into the heavens... Continue Reading →

Irrational

Loving you is akin to trying to find the last digit of pi. Irrational. Loving you is like touching my hand to the burner and wondering why it hurts. Tho I swore last time the nerve endings have sizzled and there’s only the numbed sensation of maybe once more won’t. Then I have to wonder... Continue Reading →

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