I think the FierceFeminist is a perfect way recapture why I started blogging in the first place. I wanted to share stories, change opinions with what I wrote and just have fun with it.
I'm so sorry I was ugly.
I was prepared to be your biggest fan. I had the World in my hand, and I was ready to give it to you. My heart had never felt so full, the world was no longer so dull. My sight in technicolour. I could have been your biggest fan, but it was never enough for … Continue reading For the One who I would have given the World. (Spoken Word)
I was having a post-grad breakdown. I was having what others had described before me, but I never thought it was an actual thing.
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You might always be the evil ex. The one who ended it on grounds that they didn't think were acceptable, or even right.
Heart break is a consequence of growing up. A symptom of being a human being.
To the boys who left me on read, made me wonder what was wrong with me, whether I was better dead. My body is a chapel, built to enclose those who pray, who play a part in my life. I am sacred, too good to be left on read by boys like you. Last seen … Continue reading Read. (Spoken Word)
His snapchat score was over 56,000. I asked him if he was a player. He told me he wasn't a player.
Someone once tried to chat me up whilst I was using crutches. "Hey, I'm using crutches too, broke my leg"... yeh, great Bill, but your leg will fix itself.
I was nominated, for something...?