she aimed for the wrong stars.
Enjoy the party,Enjoy the hangover too,Enjoy all that it is.
Fear doesn’t make youA bad person,Even ifIt makes you feel like one.
If words have any THINGNESS here,they are the silk soft throwwrapped ‘round the rockof some idea.
And just like thatthe stick-pricking reality of Godpokes and prods againlike an itch you’d happily ignore. Adulthood is…
Imagine a world where you could stride with confidence, certain of fact or fiction — a world where your yes is yes; no is no.
At some point, I must arrive in a place where I feel even a little bit of confidence. I thought there was a little checkered-flag mapped out…