Category: Who Am I?

This is the year I'm choosing love, so I guess that goes for myself as well. Hail, Mary, hale and weal, it's time to forgive myself.

It's time we stop victim-blaming the Eight of Swords, y'all.

You cannot have your cake donut and eat it, too.

I wish I knew what to do with drafts. Unfinished, half-finished, all-but-finished, basically done, rough, unpolished drafts. …

I am spinning. I am spiraling. I am falling apart. I am separating. We have separated. … after sixteen years. … And I don't know who I am without him.