Back to Arden
I wish I was in a place like this all the time. I’m focused, surrounded by love, and supported in all that I do. Not to mention I can buy my own groceries and make my own food. Other than that I’m exactly where I need to be.
This story is not finished or unlike any other; It is part fate, destiny, karma, divine intervention, and pixie dust. At the end of the day I get to decide what serves me and what doesn’t, but also what I want to serve and what I don’t. My emotions are valid and I don’t need…
Falling in love is like sitting at a bus stop…
My baby cousin got married today. It was really great to spend the entire day with family. We all live such different lives. Family is everything. I’m the only woman in my family who is not invested in a relationship at the moment. I need to keep reminding myself that I’m on a different path,…
Last stop or first year
I’d been avoiding Santana Row for a long time. 6 years to be exact. We (NACK) went tonight and it was really lovely. Beers and fries in the same restaurant that was once a Louisiana style restaurant. These days it’s the same type of comfort but different style, untimitely different but the same.. I noticed…
Road to Recovery
Watching my Mama on her road to sanity from constant heartbreak she often found myself hysterical- and so was I. She learned to laugh at her own pain, her own ridiculous expectations of love- and so did I. Now I no longer take myself too seriously. I no longer wait for someone to accept me.…
Aquarians minds be like.
The past few weeks have left me weak and I can only reference songs when I find it hard to speak..and sometimes rhyme (Mostly accidentally ) Train of thought—- I live in an imaginary world where all the things I’ve ever wished for have come true: where all the lines I’ve rehearsed with my reflection…
…Like it’s golden
I can’t put into words how crazy the past week has been. My Mama had a mild stroke a week ago, Samantha and I have been frantically and carefully writing a script, and I haven’t done laundry since my birthday. I’m an Aquarius. To keep a long story short, my Mama leads me to Angels…
What a (weird) time to be alive (& pursue your dreams)
Thank goodness for instagram and empowering women poets who shamelessly expressed their need for men that never needed them so loudly that the rest of us could get our acts together and start loving ourselves again
I can feel him in my bones. I can feel a thread of life between us. A kind of thread that doesn’t regard time, that doesn’t know pain, carefree, confident and reckless. Unstoppable.
Purpose: Why I’m here.
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