Ask me anything
30something. Old punk rock kid. WRITING. Zines. GRRRL BANDS. Pizza. Coffee. Sylvia Plath. Chicana Feminist. Nature nerd. Idealistic ass fool.
When I confessed to you that I cut myself….your response was “Come over…I’ll make you forget about cutting yourself and being sad”. As if you’re small ass idiot dick was somehow going to whip me out of my self-harm, suicidal tendencies, you punk bitch. Your dick isn’t important. I confessed this to you because you’re my friend, not because I wanted you to fuck me or vice versa, you pendejo.
I chopped off my hair again. The last time I cut my hair was back in April. The natural hair flow was….flowin’. hahah My curls were coming out. My hair was all over the place. I could style my hair into a finger wave easily. I enjoyed my mane. Buuuut I cut it off. Hair is important to me….it tells several stories from different periods of life….I wanted to grow it out again into an angled, textured bob.. I wanted to grow it out more and keep the wave and add bangs to it….but no…I always go back to my pixie….
I am feeling good right now. Like this minute. I have a little anxiety, my pre-period cramps are kicking in, but let’s see what the day holds for me. The weather is beautiful outside..We had a cool little storm here in L.A. last night. Now it’s chilly, clear, and windy as fuck. Perfection. PERFECTION.
faux leather jacket
dad’s hoodie underneath
and last but not least Ruby Woo lipstick from Mac.
Approximately 10 years ago, Arcade Fire descended upon this realm and delivered unto us one of the greatest albums the world has ever seen. It made us think, cry, and most importantly, FEEL. Ironic that such a wonderful beginning should be promptly named…
stand up for girls and women who don’t like to read. stand up for girls and women who can’t read. stand up for girls and women with low IQs. stand up for girls and women who can’t write. stand up for girls and women whose access to education has been prevented. for those with learning disorders….