misc
You can’t fight progress, no matter how strange it sounds.
Every day that makes me get out of bed is a checkpoint I save as if I have an opportunity to come back later and redo my life after battling with monsters. Every day my feet touch the floor I know I have chosen not to meet my maker, at least not today. It is incredible what I would give to make sure the love of my life remains my love, remains my life. For example: eat breakfast. Take a shower. Not die.
writing
It took many years of vomiting up all the filth I’d been taught about myself, and half-believed, before I was able to walk on the earth as though I had a right to be here.
There is a certain clinical satisfaction in seeing just how bad things can get.
poetry
You see the small-town girls on big billboards? One day that’s us.