Me and my crystals and mywine. My feelings are so fucking loud I can’t drownsuffocateforgetleave behind. Everything sticks to megoodand bad. It permeates my skin itforms my being.I am an amalgamation of my experiences. Balance balance balance!!!! All I seek is balance. No wait all I seek is to be seen…..understood. What do you doContinue reading “questions”
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reflections on being
I struggle to write the right thing,always concerned with if I sounddeep enough, consumable enoughlike, would I like this if I read it on instagram? Is it relatable enough? Trendy enough?Did I reference the right thing? Do I have the right problems?Or is it just obvious and contrived. Is this my inner critic?Or a glimpseContinue reading “reflections on being”
life’s a beach
salty breeze licking at the nape of a bare neckthe gentle crashing of waves upon the shorea night sky full of twinkling stars, so far awaya new night sky that is all different and all the same. long tanned legs laid out languorously against red cushionscovered in sand and oil and the stillness of theContinue reading “life’s a beach”
one man wrecking ball
A one man wrecking ball. You see him surrounded by admirers’Never alone, always a pair.You think, him? Everyone loves him.He must be a Good Guy. Yet you haven’t seen him in almost a year and you still have nightly nightmares.The things he said and did haunt your thoughts daily. “People aren’t all good or allContinue reading “one man wrecking ball”
on mental health
On my good days I am like sunshine extending out to reach the farthest corners. On my bad days I am like fog overwhelming, thick, impossible to navigate through. On my best days I am certain that I am cherished beyond measure that everyone who loves me does so unyieldingly. On my worst days IContinue reading “on mental health”
pre dreams
what thefuckamI doing. you know?you ever get those late night, what the actual fuck is going on vibes? like what am I doing and why I am here? oh and by the way, did you realize the progression of time was a fucking thing?fuck. my chest gets tight and I…….. hit another bowl,to be honest.Continue reading “pre dreams”
pretty words for wicked girls 