Pin-Up Wednesday!



Blog Organization

Serious mode, which doesn’t happen often.

I’m looking at how other blogs are being narrowed to very slim categories (my content goes wild), and I’m considering opening a sister blog in conjunction, either one to house my poetry, art, other art, other writings, etc., and the other to house my therapy sessions. Then, if somebody doesn’t want to hear a bunch of cramp, it doesn’t cog up your newsfeed. 

Thoughts? I’ll just take likes as approval of the idea.

  And yeah, I’m being the white girl on a Tumblr-ish blog bragging about her tattoo symbolizing her healing phase from trauma. Suck it. But while it happened, you know, I couldn’t see it was trauma, and now I feel this PTSD rebound and I’m suddenly catching up with my new life. I’m different. I want to be a different person.

I want this to cover such an ugly scar- even in a fairly private place on my body that I don’t go around flashing or anything- because I want to start fresh. I just want to come out of this with a beautiful thing instead of an ugly thing, because I will have more ugly things in the future. And I don’t know what I’m going to do then, but everything will come one day at a time, thankfully.

XJ Kennedy wrote a poem called “The Purpose of Time is to Prevent Everything From Happening At Once.” 

That’s all I needed to hear.

No I AM Getting a Tattoo; This is it.


Let’s get it out of the way that I’m still with my father. I don’t want to talk about him. I want to discuss the issue of my feelings in their entirety.

God, they’re so lame. They’re the reason I get stepped on. The reason I get my heart broken. The reason I’m so disappointed in everyone. I think no one’s understanding the enormity of stomping on me, of using me when I’m convenient.

So why am I putting my feelings into people? Why should I love people more than anyone loves me? Why do more people deserve more affection than I will ever get in return? Am I doing it wrong?