“I’m not thinkin bout tomorrow… cause I feel so good right where I am. And if you love to follow…” Allen Stone.
Allen Stone recently married his sexy Australian wife and I couldn’t be more overjoyed to be aware of such a divine union.
Love is completely underrated, even in this clever age we’re experiencing.
I love my husband so much. Being married three times at 39 was legitimately some mother fucking shit and I feel my book effortlessly reflects that.
Honesty matters. The best Writers are honest. It’s too easy to see through otherwise.
In addition to being married so many times, I also break records for getting married fast. So while I’ve now been married around 16 months… I’ve known my husband for about 17.5.
I smiled typing that…
It takes nut to marry someone after six weeks. It takes what you couldn’t understand to stay together. I married one husband at ten weeks, one at eight… and my favorite at six.
Once I get to Western Australia and slow down, I won’t even know myself. My husband, who is military – which I haven’t mentioned before – is preparing everything to take care of me. I have a shitload of books to finish once I’m on the coast of the Indian Ocean.
“Some things are hard to swallow, life can leave a bitter taste. It’s nothing that your sweetness, baby, can’t replace.”
Social media is some ill shit. It makes people money while simultaneously destroying lives.
Something I struggle with as a Writer is that as a creature – I don’t want anyone following, watching or absorbing anything outside of “their” our field.
Ever since my youtube sensation best friend killed himself, I’ve paid more attention to how people follow each other in particular realms.
I’ve seen asshole Writers, who are literal assholes in real life, get crazy global book deals that feed off of likes and shares.
I innocently walked into this webpage about ten years ago in the middle of major heartbreak looking for someone to talk to.
I never needed anyone to watch.
Part of why I’ve shut up the past couple of years is because I don’t envy anyone who gets money off of being paid attention to. I understand this is a contradiction, and trust me; I’m a prideful contradiction at best.
I just have a weird things I get pleased from. Private love. Dogs. Ink on a page.
These are things that make me sway. I hate followers. Don’t share this page, do me a favour.
It makes me happy I can make money and get by in the most ordinary way. Otherwise, I’d just be another asshole in the spotlight. Where would you rather be?
FollowMeToNYC is a creative processing ground which expresses individual ideas that often change with the tides. Naturally, these ideas do not reflect those of any of my employers, or anyone else you might see me wandering down the street with one day.