I am so thankful for Zoloft & hope. Officially that miserable chapter of my life has ended. Finally, I let go after moving on months ago. Letting go is the hardest part they say.


Why in the fuck would you marry somebody that punches you in the face and then drags you out of an elevator? Screams respectful to me. Woman, RUN FOR THE HILLS.


I’m confused. I hate admitting that I have feelings and that I’m weak.. I’m like Gordon Ramsay.
I don’t know why I’m always pretending to be tough or why I feel I need to be. I’m defensive, abrasive, brash. Tough.
Why why why.


calling all skeletons

I hate seeing your fucking picture on my fb. I always banked on you to be there and you’re not. Once again proving your incompetence at showing love instead of fucking telling it. You have sat there for 2 years berating me about not knowing how to love, but you’re the biggest fucking failure at it.
Your friend posted what a soulmate is on your wall and you liked it but you’re a FAKE because I was all of those things and you just bitched about all of them the entire time. I challenged you, pushed you to do things and try things you were scared of. I don’t believe in soulmates honestly. How you can completely turn your back and still shell out I love yous.. You’re a fake, a fucking stain on everything to me. I wash my hands of you, finally and totally. Always saying one thing and doing another, well your actions finally have come to the forefront.


Do not teach your daughters to be ‘pretty.’

Do not entomb her in a pretty pink tower
and insist that only the degree of her physical appeal
may set her free.
Teach her to fight her way out,
to consume books and spit knowledge
to lesser boys who insist she is just beautiful
and nothing more.

Teach her to love her body
not to manipulate and put a price tag on herself
as a defined worth
she shall be immeasurable
she shall be more than this.

Do not let her break herself down
when the boy in kindergarden hits her
because he likes her.
What are you really teaching her?
Pain and love are not synonymous
neither are pretty and perfection.

Teach her to be kind
to be harsh
to be demure
to be wild
to be sensitive
to be thick-skinned

But good god,

Do not teach your daughters to be ‘pretty.’

Reblogged from Lipstick Feminists

Faith restored. In job. In pursuit of men. I have suitors. Many. I actually laughed today, multiple times. I ACTUALLY FEEL HAPPY.


I’m not chasing after you.
I should’ve known you’d be the same old drivel, never satisfied with anything in front of you. I know you. I know what the fuck I would be getting. A raw deal of never being good enough. I’m glad that I know now instead of even putting anymore time and effort into this shit. The line is drawn, friends. Good. Don’t be pissed off when it hits you in the face. I’m glad I didn’t develop any feelings or I’d really feel slighted. Lucky I dodged it.



I called out today and I was happy! For once. But I still have that little thing in my head..
25 years old is a fucking nightmare. Has to be the worst year of existence yet. Its the depression. Its real.

On another note, I’ve been binge watching Kitchen Nightmares, I love Gordon Ramsay. He is me in a relationship. I’m blunt and honest and brutal. Sensitives need not apply.


my older sister never saw this world and
sometimes i think my momma still cries about it
when nobody can hear how bad it hurt her

this is a cold universe that
lets us love things which
can be ripped from our grasp
without a moment’s notice

yesterday i told a student, “bad things sometimes happen
and that’s just the way it is,” and he said

and i think maybe we’re all trying to answer that
in our own way but all i know is
all the good books have the main character
struggle before they succeed and
i know maybe you deserve it easy but
all i can think is that
bad things happen because you’re
strong enough to survive them
even if you don’t think
you could be

i want to believe everything really does
happen for a reason even
sad things
i really want to believe that
space could have been completely empty
but even in all that awful chill
the stars fashioned themselves
out of nothing but their own combustion
and i really want to believe
don’t just cause destruction
because after all, we are all only the result
of a terrible

maybe we are all just
small solar systems and
in order to expand beyond our horizons
we must first become singularities within
ourselves, maybe none of this

i just want you
to be okay i’m just so sorry
i don’t know what to say.

Reblogged from Tragic Insanity


"Depression is such a cruel punishment. There are no fevers, no rashes, no blood tests to send people scurrying in concern. Just the slow erosion of the self, as insidious as any cancer. And, like cancer, it is essentially a solitary experience. A room in hell with only your name on the door."

Reblogged from Tragic Insanity