One day my girl Jessica from high school told me her sister thought she saw me at the club but didn’t say hi because she wasn’t sure if it was me. “That bitch looks different everytime I see her. One day she’s in some skanky ass butt hugger dress then the next day she’s Gwen Stefani’d out” (Yes, this was in ’03 when I had first discovered Russian Red by MAC lol).
Don't tell me not to feel lonely. You don't know what lonely is. I've spent many moons dancing by myself, and solo sunsets staring into my own eyes. Yet, I'm still here scratching and clawing and flou
Love is never enough. Remember when they lied and told us it was? They even made songs about it. But what if we do have more than love? What if we have sweet and sour watermelon kisses in the grass un
It's my Friday morning ritual. This routine is healthy. It's peaceful, it's comforting. I unroll my mat by the door, because it gets hot. But mostly, I don't trust people. I put my phone on DND, and p