2014, january; "i ripped these poems out as rough as you ripped me from your life, i fucking hate how you keep the stars glowing and the oxygen flowing, i did it without even flinching don’t you dare tell me you never felt anything, don’t you fucking dare, i loved you more than the sea loved the shore and you tore me away like a gorgeous fucking drought."
My life is strange and beautiful. I like rowing and pop punk bands. Barista, feminist, athlete, tattoo enthusiast, liberal, activist, lover, fighter.
I'm a work in progress.
I'm what time and consequence have made me. Call me a safe bet, I'm betting I'm not. Love your friends, die laughing.