Does everyone always feel at war with themselves? Who is winning today inside your soul? Is it the one who laughed at your brother falling down before seeing if he was alright, the one who kept the sheets even though you called and told pottery barn you never received them, the one who doesn't always pay to refill up the water jugs at the grocery store, the one who get's irritable easily, who trusts no one, who runs and runs and never lets anyone get close enough to be disapp
The secrets I used to know were truly hidden from the world. Tucked away in the nape of a tree, nestled in a clandestine cave and camping on the dark side of the moon. But the secrets I know now are being flashed before me and even when my eyes are closed I cannot sleep because of the brightness. They are secrets I don’t want to know about the world. Secrets that shake me awake, propel me into adulthood. Secrets I don’t want you to know. I wish I could protect you, but what g
Bloom where you are planted Settle down Find your roots Hold on to this Wait and see what the tide brings in What will be will be Fuck that I want to be blowing in the wind until eternity Spitting up blood, rolling in mud, fighting off every Tom, Dick, and Harry who tells me to marry this idea The idea that I won't be happy being a resident of the world That I can't make green bills to pay red ones That I can't make wishes grow wings or trade stories for things But what if I
Do you think all anyone wants is a catchy title? Does anyone care really what is beneath the surface? Not really. But maybe that's a good thing. I spend hours, nay days, of my life giving all the shits about what other people will think of my life and my decisions. How to spin them so that they make sense to someone. So that someone hears the title: Beautiful Woman Shits Gold and they think damn, that's someone I ought to know. Pathetic. I don't want to appeal to the masses.
With 20 days left to graduation, my mind was spinning, nay, hurtling at lighting speed to the future. And let me tell you, that future was glorious. Brighter than the ball that drops on New Years Eve kind of spectacular. If you asked me what it would look like I'd probably tell you that in two years time I'd be working in a big, swanky city at a bigger, and swankier Ad Firm doing the biggest and swankiest kind of work. Some place that sounded impressive. The kind of place peo
I am turning 26 in 5 days and only 5 people ever saw this website that I spent days and days creating 4 years ago. It's rotting and starting to smell. Not only is it irrelevant, but it no longer represents me and who I want to be. This is why I tell people I won't ever get a tattoo. There is beauty looking at the words that still resonate with me that I wrote, but I don't need to look at them forever. I was listening to a podcast with a group of people in their 40's and 50's