You’ve made it through the weekend. Now what?
Dress; the perfect shade of blue, the draping covers some fluff. Eyeliner, actually achieving that wing effect. Heels, coordinating print with an acceptable professional height. Heels off. Fan, where is the fucking fan? Why is it so damn hot? I’m home in my sanctuary, where is my calm? Find fan, sit with head between knees. … More Shades of Blue
It’s Monday. (says Ms. Obvious) You’re not writing. (says dear readers) What are you doing?? (asks the little guy who resides in the right quadrant of brain space) They’re all going to laugh at you! (says Adam Sandler, that bastard) <——–“The page is fucking blank!” she screamed at no one in particular. I don’t know. … More …so…yeah…
The sub-moronic ramblings of a semi-functioning illiterate
Battling the heartache and uncertainty of going no contact with a narcissistic mother.
Because we’re all recovering from something.
When my ass talks, people listen.
three steps forward, two steps back- but you're still ahead.
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Writer - Mental Health Survivor - Advocate
...where the ladies are headstrong and the man is outnumbered.
Clean Cup! Move Down!
I'm just here to ruin a good thing
Words That Can’t
Even at Your Darkest 