Breathe…
Here I am.
Too uptight to write right now.
Breathe…
Here I am.
Too uptight to write right now.
I wreak of cigarettes, my hair’s an explosion of frizz and overthinking, eyes blood shot and one’s twitching, stale breath, same clothes you saw me in yesterday, wine lips…
It was an awesome night in.
I’m either hot for sex or hungry for words.
Don’t live your life in status updates.
Live it for you, not for someone to “like” later.
I’ve been doing the write thing too long!
Words…loosing…sense…!
#drained
I’m glad my mother made coasters a habit.
I hate the color pink. It reminds me of everything a woman’s “suppose” to be. I only write in pink when I’m pissed off.