A romanticization of the final years of the unfettered, feminine 20s. An amalgamation ecstatically birthed from the veneration of the Feminine Divine and an exploration of the self. A tale of becoming – akin to the ripening of a most delicate fruit, truly bountiful and utterly dripping with the sweet, mellifluous nectars of celestial maturation…I am a thing so brutally soft; I fall in love with nearly everything and everyone I meet. These are my thoughts.
My Heart & I Are Taking a Break
From an era where I believed I was broken beyond repair. Cheers to meeting the Source of Love within, and now my loving cup never runs dry, except for on occasion… I wasn’t going to post this piece because I thought it would be regressive. I believed this deeply misunderstood and jaded time in my…
Last Year I Abstained, This Year I Devour
…without guilt, which is also an art. -Margaret Atwood As I welcome my 28th year, I reflect on what has come to pass and attribute an overwhelming quality of wholeness to this cycle. Not to be mistaken for goodness, though goodness is still abundantly present and, in fact, nullified if there is no bad. It’s…
I Still See the Good in People, But for now, Let Me B*tch ~Creatively~
I am wildly unimpressed with the fickle nature of man. A man who is not of his word, who lacks intention, who does not follow through unless it is at another’s expense, is not a worthy man. A man subject to his whims is not a reliable friend, lover, or partner and cannot be those…
These Violent Delights…Well, You Know the Rest
As I write this, I realize I am not alone in this act of unburdening, but that my co-creator is Grief. We have begrudgingly known each other for as long as I can remember. Well, more accurately, I have begrudgingly known Grief and Grief has just been… I used to do everything in my power to…
