I’m afraid to be happy and uninspired by our perfect life.
No better sound than intuition: loud, escaped into my actions.
Former “potential” addict, now I’m high off my own uncertainty.
Feeling like shit was all of a sudden a choice. Begin with options.
You’ll point a finger and shake a head, but you’ve yet to walk with my feet.
My struggle, your ease. No failure too trivial. We’re all practicing.
Dear, don’t blame yourself for grief misplaced, words unsaid. No one’s good at death.
Venus retrogrades to remind me that I don’t love you anymore.
Tangled up in hopes and dreams with @angelickdemon Do you get tangled in the sheets reaching for my absence in the middle of the night?
Self-help Sunday from me and the good people over at Thought Catalog. My latest article here on why self acceptance is a bitch (and so are you). It’s all over your therapist’s mouth. It’s all over the internet and Barnes and Noble. Even Justin Bieber wants you to do it. Self-acceptance is the new kale, and although it’s just as good for you, it’s really uncomfortable. The books and TEDTalks preach mindfulness and compassion, but […]