Share Your World, Distractify

1.  Do you have a favorite outfit you like to wear? Not a favorite outfit per se, but I do have favorite clothes. If no one cared what anyone looked like, I would probably wear yoga pants or bike shorts with an over-sized t-shirt all the time. My favorite socks are my Injinji compression knee…

Daydreaming

Usually, I recognize them first, because I’m hyper-vigilant. So, I’ll see him, and ask, are you… (fuck, what is his name again?) John Doe? And he’ll ask, yes, Jane Plath? I’ll smile coyly. I won’t be nervous at all. We’ll both be confident, probably, hopefully, we’re too old not to be. It won’t feel as…

Tanka Tuesday Crown Cinquain

Anticipation TuesdayNothing to doExcept go to yogaThen wait around for some good newsFrom school LonelyOpen TinderSwipe right on everyoneCause I’ve been alone long enoughIt’s sad YogaRoll out my matThese girls are all so youngBut no one is as flexibleAs me CravingShould I buy one?Store is on the way homeWould alcohol make me feel fine?Maybe Drive…

Step One

Today, I applied to go back to school. Well, university, technically. I’m already taking a yoga class at the junior college– It starts next week. But today, I applied to go back to my old school, Something I’ve been terrified of doing for years. It was extremely easy to do. Will they let me come…

Side

Out of all the girls and women I’ve been, this one might hurt the most- not because the most painful things are happening now, but because I am finally mature enough to grasp the weight and feel the sharpness of it all. I know he’s with someone else tonight. I don’t need confirmation anymore. My…

WordPress Anniversary

Apparently, it’s my 3 year anniversary on WordPress. To celebrate, I’m hoping to change up my writing style. When I first started this blog, I had terrible writer’s block, and could barely write at all. For a while, I was afraid that I would never be able to write again. About a year ago, I…

Update: Writer’s Block Still Sucks

I’ve had writer’s block for so long that I’m afraid to write, but I need to write. I feel like I’m fighting a war against some invisible asshole sucking all my writing powers out of me. Sometimes I win a battle, and get like, one post in, but overall, I have been losing this war….