Pansexual, Anarcha-feminist, Pagan-agnostic, interdisciplinary, multimedia artist... I am in the form of concentrate, I am more than 32 flavors, I am the color past white, I am the craving you just can't figure out, the smell that makes you nostalgic, and that annoying itch you just can't scratch.
"I'd rather you hate me for everything I am, than ever love me for something I'm not." Five Finger Death Punch
I’m sitting in my new house which is empty except for the small single bed that has literally been in every house I’ve ever lived in. It’s so quiet the phone noise is echoing. I am a mile from a huge lake and there is a nature reserve in my backyard. My house is like an artwork and I have two jobs doing what I have worked as my ass off in college for. I have three amazing kids that are really something else I can’t even explain. I’ve never, ever, had a life like this… So I can’t help but wonder, what’s going to go wrong, where’s the catch? I’m worried I’m going to sabotage myself or fuck up in some horrible way. Guess I’ll go unpack the car… What is the bird that sounds like a monkey screaming? We have one of those out here somewhere.
0 notes“They were careless people - they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made.”
(via doyoufeelluckypunk)
