the world and words of a writer

gretchen is a writer floating between australia and manhattan

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go west

Namaste, my heart

I’m moving west soon…


In 2003, back before all of this inter-web hype, I visited what’s referred to as “the most isolated city on the planet“. I immediately knew I couldn’t settle anywhere else. I reluctantly left and returned to Australia’s eastern seaboard for education and work opportunities which resulted in me doing my SHIT in midtown Manhattan.

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good luck tekashi 6ix9ine

As someone who has experienced a reasonable dose of bad luck in between the good luck I’m always happy to have… shout out Tekashi.

Keep your head up kids.

“Niggas runnin out they mouth, but they never pop out…” 69 “You can talk hot on the internet, boi…”

the hate you project don’t effect me

Rest in peace Ranford Bigsby.

my social society

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.

Man.

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.

Fuck that.

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.

Music.

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?

Variety is the spice of life.

#writerslife

watch this for ten dollars

watch (this for ten) dollars

I’m married to a veteran. He was in four wars. Well, he was
In three.
He was sent to Iraq twice.
And the best thing about it is…
The best thing…
No one asks me any fucking questions.
But when
It comes
To him. Everyone sighs and
Is concerned
Like they aren’t
Thankful this mother
Fucker put it all out. Just so
The rest can Pro –
Test. Comp…
Lane. I stay in mine
And he doesn’t give
A single
Any.
I was married
Three times. Lucky.
But the number;
The Spanish One
From Spain
The individual
Who never said
Anything was still
Not good enough
To try
To claim
My wild heart.
(i hoped so
much)
Reality television
Eats souls deep
While we are a —
Round. We circle
So where
The fuck
Were you.

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