Suffering Is So Lonely. We Can Talk About It, Learn To Laugh About It And Pat Each Other's Backs About

Or the director of S.H.I.E.L.D

You can be anything. Representation Matters

One of my biggest, and most vivid fears is finding out that all the healing happened only in my head. That reality broke me, and I've just been in a mercy dream.

i want my blog to be super positive, pink, and cute 💗🩰🧘‍♀️

I don't mean to be creepy, but there's this giggle that people let out when they laugh with someone who truly means something to them. It's all teeth and abdominal muscles. Even the most annoying people are so honest and human and...untouchable; like nothing you do or say in that moment can affect them. I like it. I want it.

I have been about 14 different women in the past two year alone. All in an attempt to avoid myself, and this morning I'm like: "Go home little girl". And, I have suppressed her so hard and for so long I have no idea who I am.

Spreadsheets and "making a living" are getting in the way of my joy. I want to surf, drink coffee and get ripped. I want to meditate, read books and have conversations about tea being the elixir of life. I want to walk barefoot in dense forests and know each flower by name and I mean binomial nomenclature name. I have no interest in sitting in another meeting where we get nothing done and say nothing because people are throwing their weight around. I want to dabble in alchemy. You people are wasting my years, and my patience is so close to zero.

Some days are okay. Some days the universe dissects your soul. You know, to see whether you're made of the stuff of staying alive.

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