purple is the neon lights and fishnet jeans and dancing with you under the disco ball when we both know that you’re trying to escape the yelling at home. purple is warm hugs on a cold night outside the local supermarket. purple is watching … Continue reading Ethereality
That daisy on the blue vase by the kitchen counter? You plucked it a week ago at that park you stumbled across at four in the morning because you couldn’t sleep and even the music and chocolate wouldn’t get rid … Continue reading Reminders
Anorexia isn’t a slim figure shyly refusing a cupcake. It’s lanugo and the calorie calculator in your brain. It’s waking up in the morning and being too tired to get out of bed. It is not beautiful. Bulimia isn’t just eating … Continue reading Reality and Illusions
To my 10 year old self, You’re gonna wake up some days in the morning and your body is gonna feel like all the blood has turned to lead. Your mind is gonna be foggy and you won’t feel anything … Continue reading To my 10 year old self…
I write these posts at 3 a.m., when the silence is so overbearing that I hear the words in my head forge constellations and burst. When all I really want is a glass of vodka to help numb the throb of … Continue reading Why I can’t sleep at 3 a.m.