yeah, i lied. i wasn't going to update this anymore but these are really best suited for this journal and all its associations i have with it.


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This journal is done. I'm through with it, it will not be updated again. I left up some "favorites" of mine. Like the babies one. Like this one.

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It’s the hormones talking probably, but I hate this world we live in. Actually, no, it is precisely because of the hormones that I’m writing this. It’s the clenching of my female organs that are causing me back pain and cramps as I type this, as I wait for the bleeding to begin. It’s the monthly reminder that I am a woman. How can I ignore possibly ( Read more... )

Babies. Little fingernails scratching me today in the face as I rhythmically bounced my upper torso and as I rhythmically bounced my upper torso while I walked: in circles, down a short hallway, in front of mirrors. Pure skin next to skin that shows every imperfection; not proudly, but with a resigned defeat. My lips accidentally bumped her ( Read more... )