Remember my New Year update? Some of those previous plans and goals for 2014?
//One who writes with the syntax of passion and sings a life worthy of being danced.//
HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR FOLKS. Or, erm…..more like belated by the time this comes out…
Am I alive? Yes, I’m alive! Sort of, anyways.
Thinking out Loud (can someone stuff her mouth?): On loving hard and relationships
It’s funny. I never thought I’d get to this point.
My love told me and as shocked as I was…I was more stunned by the surge that took hold of my entire body.
life is like, set up to humiliate the fuck out of us and our oppression, depression, anxieties, perfectionism/procrastination, and love. it’s mind blowing that we are still here.
seriously. all this. then I think damn, some of us literally escape death like at least once…. Amazing. I am grateful to be alive and to just be… regardless of how hard it is.
For me making it through the year barely alive! And for all of those insanely close to my heart who’ve survived yet through another year. To all those amazing ones who made it, and to those incredible ones who took another path.
*TW: rape, eating dis/order, suicide*
Oooonce again I write a ranting/venting piece that will have to be re-written later. And yeah.
So. A lot of things happened this holiday (hello escapism, ranting and alcohol — because everyone needs that super awkward moment with your ex where you’re told “oh, so YOU’RE—……have you considered moving your bed or maybe gags?” by the neighbours or that super awkward moment with your ex when you fall asleep all entwined and wake up to their child somehow squished in between us. Not that that happened or anything, because who has delightfully uncomplicated complicated-to-explain queer relationships ever? Ugh).
Thing I need to process/rant/really-vent-because-oh-my-god about publicly? Fat shaming circa body policing.