Something About The Year
So something I’ve started noticing with moving back in with my mom (of which my walls were always famous by their year) is that as much as I decorate differently I still can’t alter a way of myself. I’m also pretty stationed in one place living here again but in terms of my blogging I had started using Shop For Days for the bulk of … Continue reading Something About The Year
To Us
it’s not For You or From Me this is a blog post where I can let it be… Let us be us, let us love us, let me love you and I’ll love you so so un-blue. Continue reading To Us
Throw Some Bacon
This is exactly how life is supposed to be. Continue reading Throw Some Bacon
Beautiful Life
Real people, true friends. Loving life, even on my bad days. Definitely appreciative of everything in my world. Continue reading Beautiful Life
The Mercy Killing
I don’t blame you And I don’t blame me Neither one of us could pull the trigger at the time So maybe that’s why you thought you were mimicking a mercy killing, when you were finally able to shut us down But now I don’t need to write a sob story, because I found out that life is better without you So when you decided … Continue reading The Mercy Killing
unsaid
unfinished, unsaid, but I’m definitely done Continue reading unsaid
The Weight of the World
So much more than I can carry, I keep dragging around what’s bringing me down. Why is everything so heavy? Continue reading The Weight of the World
Abbziez Appreciation Slay
“Say hello to the girl that I am! You’re gonna have to see through my perspective.” Continue reading Abbziez Appreciation Slay
if
jumbled thoughts that make no sense and yet i still have the sense to ramble with them i don’t know why i hate this life it’s too complicated and i don’t understand but what does it matter when in doubt you just yell at the top of your lungs, in a pitch that only you can hear dive into the future and stop being dragged … Continue reading if
visiting an optical waterfall
i don’t really wanna be me anymore. i have such a great life, i flew to new york for the teen vogue experience, im on the 19th floor of a prestigious hotel but yet i feel…nothing i feel hurt. by what? my own thoughts? i wanna cry and throw up and hide under a pillow. i never want to see a human soul again but … Continue reading visiting an optical waterfall
