settling. stand up.

Namaste blog tribe I have been uncharacteristically quiet the past days-ish. Mainly, I've been listening to this: That song does something to me that I don't think women are really capable of until we hit 30. Which reminds me... It's nearly my BIRTHDAY! 36 big ones blog tribe, and what beautiful big ones they've been. Even when I sook. I'm officially settled from the last person that I hung out with for more than five minutes. I'm such a bloody...

can’t stop listening to this

It's a cool rainy day in New York City. I'm on my way to work, but I had to share this creepy track that I want to have sex with. Similiar to preferring writing that gives me chills, I like songs that do the same. I've realized I really need to publish a short story collection. Prior to the next poetry book and post Novel.

words. a bit of whatever.

Namaste cult of blog Words are pouring from my fingers like woah. I'm a bit in love with what I'm working on at the moment. It's nearly half done, considering I started this particular project like two weeks ago, I'm pretty excited. Truth be told, I just want to have one completed Novel next to my poetry books. Then the next poetry book will be in the cards... it's been a minute. In other news, I was chatting with one of my besties about the...

no, we can’t be friends

Everyone has opinions on whether to still be mates with someone after you shag. My stance? Oh hell no. There are a few reasons that set me in this position. Being a serial bride, I'm used to an inkling of committment. And a breakup, is exactlty that. A break of committment. When committment breaks, someone has decided the sexual relationship is over. That's when I bounce, blog family. My three best friends in New York City are male and I have...

aussieaussieaussie

I spent big chunks of weekend on the telephone to Australia. I haven't really slept since Thursday. Conversations sounded like this: "Yo. I'm glad I did it and everything... but seriously." "Yeah. You need to come home." #FollowMe(back)ToAustralia takes shape. There's a 36 month deadline. In three years, I'm so out. Considering it took three years to get me over here, back to New York City after nine years yonder - I'm about ready to step. Three...
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