This is a sort of poem.
It's starting to feel like if you haven't experienced the death of the most important person in your life, you will never really know me. I think this is part of the reason why when I've lost friendships recently, it hasn't bothered me as much as it would've before my grandmother died. Those people didn't … Continue reading Wednesday Realization
Stop telling children whose fathers aren't in their lives someone kept their father away or they need to hear their father's side of the story. It's misogynistic, sexist, patriarchal bullshit.
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The day came and I survived.
It's getting bad again.
Only a little over a week to go.
Will blog for cash.
Today went better than I thought it would.
This is where I'm at.
I'm about to binge-watch til my heart's content.
So about those wisdom teeth...
Justice has somewhat been served. For now.
The truth hurts.
Don't play with me or Beyoncé.
Rest in eternal peace, Mrs. Bush.
I choose me.
As someone once said to me, "Where dey do dat at?!"
It's a shame I'm not better at life at 35 years old.
In the end, everything will work out as it should.
Just keeping it real.
Again, don't waste your time or money.
Everything gets worse.
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I still have something to say.
He is risen, but I am not.
I've done my duty.
A bad day turns good.
In case you're wondering why I don't give a fuck about most people, this is the reason.
Thank God for family and friends.
Even just allowing yourself to grieve, without trying to rush yourself through it, can be difficult.
Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn about your feelings.
Sadly, I've heard all of this ridiculous shit before.
I asked God to help me get through today. God, and my grandmother, sent me Three.
I gave you a clean slate, and you've already fucked it up.
They don't tell us the truth about grief. So how are we supposed to deal with it?
This is how *I* experience being fat. Feel free to leave any thoughts/reactions in the comments. I hope this post starts a conversation.
When you hear the word "sex," what do you think of?
Human nature strikes again.
Why'd you choose your parents?
I wasn't really feeling it./Love never dies.
This is the greatest movie ever made. If you haven't seen it, and you don't have a valid reason, I don't know what you're doing with your life.
You've been warned.
I love hanging out with artists.
Thank God for Black Panther.
I'm not ready yet.
Not to be cliché, but...new year, new me.
My birthday came and went and I didn't break down crying, so that's good.
Today has been a very reflective day...
Trying something new. Do you like it?