Dear Men

Sexual harassment is real and it is never, under any circumstances, ok. Women are not toys. Women are not objects. Women are not a piece of meat. We are human beings who deserve the same respect you, as men, are so quick to demand.  My tattoos are not in existence to elicit sexual comments or…

Update: I’m in Love

It is perfect. Right down to the wonky, crooked lettering. On my left arm I’m reminded of my purpose. I am to love God and love people, plain and simple. But so often I forget to love myself. I forget that I am seen as irreplaceable in His eyes. He knows my wicked heart and…

Been too long

Time for a tattoo, ladies and gentlemen. Pictures to come this evening. ❤️

Perspective 

Scars don’t mean you’re weak. They mean you were weak at one point and you overcame whatever darkness that may have brought you to the floor. That is strength, not weakness. They are your reminder of a fierce fight. They are a reminder of a fierce victory. I needed this reminder today. The reminder that…

“I liked that. Books were safer than other people anyway.” -Neil Gaiman, ‘The Ocean at the End of the Lane’

Ugh

Empty. Indifferent. Hollow.  My new job has been such a beautiful distraction from this feeling.  I don’t work today.  I’ll just lay here in the deafening silence. XOXO ❤️

Storms

Well. It didn’t storm last night. But it did this morning.  No thunder or lighting. No rain. No wind. Just enough weight on my heart for it to finally shatter.  “I -hate- him,” I told my mom.  I didn’t hate him. I don’t hate him. I couldn’t no matter how much I want to or how…

Current

I hope it storms tonight…

Light & Dark

She’d been fighting on for what seemed like ages and her body had finally had enough. Exhaustion took over and she collapsed to the floor. It felt like tile, cold and hard against her bare skin. Darkness came in around her and seemed to wrap her in its arms, so close that it felt as…

Lessons

Have a good week y’all ❤️

Demons

Hello darkness, my old friend I’ve come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains Within the sound of silence You know, ironically enough, one of the scariest things about darkness is getting comfortable with…