Rooted in logic, fantasy came only to think of you and I.
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.
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 […]
From the always lit and lovely @littlemissbadraconteur About to show you that it’s possible to love like you give a shit.
Time by Kristina over at @writingformysoul if you do the Instagram thing. We were only mean to enjoy each other for a moment of time.