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Shedding skin.

“I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart; I am, I am, I am.”

I don’t think I have ever felt more myself. 339 more words


Me, Myself and I.

I can’t even fill one hand with the number of people that I talk to. That I have meaningful conversation with. Geez, even mindless small talk. 416 more words



You know what? I wish I could be completely and utterly selfish. So hard and abrasive, that no one else’s feelings could impact me. I could do anything I wanted, without having to worry about repercussions and consequences and feelings. 228 more words


quote of the day.

“I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.” Maya Angelou


A fall from grace.

I think the saddest thing is growing up. In youth, in infancy, we are blissfully unaware. We are untainted by the world and its problems. In some cases, we know that we have a parent, or parents, or someone who loves us. 267 more words


Yes, you there.

Yes, you there, man on the street, whistling at me while I walk my dog. Man who tells me that I only look pretty with makeup on, who tells me that I belong to him like I’m his fucking iPhone, who calls me ‘babe’ because of course, that is my name. 225 more words


Scar Tissue.

For the first time in a long time, I can see past tomorrow.

I can imagine myself at 40, I can see myself at my little brothers 21st birthday, and my sisters wedding. 125 more words