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Pill Popping on a handstand…
There is no shame in help. From people, or from prescriptions, as long as you are not abusing either.
Lessons in Loss
Grief is the experience of coping with loss. Most of us think of grief as happening in the painful period following the death of a loved one. But grief can accompany any event that disrupts or challenges our sense of normalcy or ourselves. This includes the loss of connections that define us.
I could never right my wrongs unless I write ’em down for real…
“My writing brings out the deepest part of me that I didn't even know I felt. Sometimes I get in a writing groove and feelings I didnt even know exist spill out on the keyboard and then I reread it and be like “damn bitch, where did that come from?”
Softest Place On Earth…
Who can you be soft with? What does being soft to you mean?…I was overwhelmed at the realization that I didn't have a real answer to either question.
One Is The Lonliest Number…
…don’t let lonely change you are. Find your alone. Grow in alone. Alone is where you learn yourself. Where you realize all the bad things you perceive about life are false…
I’m Obsessed
January 6th, 2018, I was with my family having my 33rd birthday dinner. My mom made this seafood spread that had me slumped. My grandma and aunt were in Antigua for my Uncle Clyde’s funeral, and they FaceTimed in.
All Jokes Aside…
I think I’m realizing I didn't want to fully accept the thoughts in my head. Writing has a way of gutting the truth out of me and I have been trying to keep my insides intact. But sometimes, you just have to rip the bandaid off.
One Time For The Birthday Bitch…
For once I wanted the initiative to be taken to celebrate me, not because I asked them to, but because someone or someones were so excited about me in their life, they just DID.
When Did You Fall In Love With Sneakers?
This is something a little different than the usual. I wrote this for a collab with Nike last year for #AirMaxDay. It never saw the light of day but… i feel like it deserved.
Before I Let Go
I’m a hoarder. Some people who know me are reading this and are screaming “finally”. Y’all can mind y’all damn business! I hold on to the sentimental things, cause who wouldn’t. The letters, the pictures, the trinkets. But at some point, it gets a bit weird.
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