Papa_Ink: Dinner was good S1: (sarcastically) I couldn't tell Papa_Ink: (indignantly) I ate just as much as you did S1: No freaking way I had 1 piece of lasagna S2: Pa, you ate seconds * Papa_Ink shrugs and walks away from table * Papa_Ink: You gonna eat that last piece of bread ... Continue Reading →
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Picky little things
I was out shopping with my sister @mystiink today for our new fall semester. I injured myself again because I'm a clumsy mess but nothing serious so, VICTORY! Anyway, we do this shopping thing for every big semester in the year, fall is usually our most hectic one. it’s a silly little tradition where we... Continue Reading →
Newsflash
There is no time limit or expiration date for healing. It is not a gallon of milk that has a use by date stamped onto the side of it. There is no right and wrong when it comes to time. There is no perfect guideline on how to steer that particular boat. Trauma and the... Continue Reading →
The bitchiness took over…
So, I’ve come to realize that a sick me is **NOT** very nice. My bad…. Seriously. When my immune system inevitably fails me and I catch whatever bug that plans to make me bedridden for however long it sees fit I get all sorts of bitchy. 85% of the time, I’m a snarky sweetheart but... Continue Reading →
A Symphony of Pleasure & Pain
I'm pretty open in my vanilla life about my not so vanilla extra-curriculars. It's kinda hard not to be when your friends have this odd fascination with smacking your ass, walking into your room when the door is closed and scrolling through your phone and coincidentally your photo gallery (thank you photo locker for existing... Continue Reading →
My Bleeding Heart Will Go On: Is it prying or disinterest?
Tis the season for makeouts and breakups. Not sure what it is about the summer months here but people’s libidos go into overdrive which usually results in an abundance of hookups and the dreaded breakup. I suffer from bleeding heart syndrome, basically I’m everyone’s go to for problems and I’m too damn nice to say... Continue Reading →
Uncaged
You cage me with your words, Held me captive like a butterfly. But the beauty of it was only meant to last for a few weeks. You tried to stop my dance, Controlling every half step and beat. But the music was always in my heart. Your hands, once sweet and gentle Even in the most... Continue Reading →
Why does clothing hate me?
Clothing and I have a love hate relationship... I love them, they hate me and go out of their way to make my life more difficult. I know, I know they are inanimate objects and not a sentient beings. So like my earlier post states I've lost a ridiculous amount of weight. With that said,... Continue Reading →
I am…
I am a paradox, a conundrum, a series of complexities that usually make no sense. I enjoy the feel of arms wrapped around me, that security that comes with the perfect hug and cuddle. But I sometimes hate being touched. I crave the solitude and strive to have those moments to myself, where I don't need... Continue Reading →
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