To live in hotels

I start travel this upcoming week.
I'll pretend to be glamours....all the pretty things to myself.
Such a selfish endeavor.
(You're a poisonous thing.)
Have you been scared of yourself?
If you have been, you know how liberating escape is!

Casper Pulaski Day

No I don't have cancer. I'm not terminal. But my brain is sick and I'm having a hard time. Would you come around if I was terminal? Such an evil thing to think about...but maybe the most uniting?

Medication does not help. What's wrong?

I avoid it. "I'm okay." (Please hear me out.)

before i die.

*I'm still breathing. All are welcome.

Clan MacGregor

I don't want this for anyone else.
Life hurts too much in these genes.
It's a sting that is beyond explanation; something you can't pass down, get through, overcome.
You search.
And as much as I'd love to love something from inside of me, I know it's innocence will be burdened by all I can't overcome.
My art school babies....those gentle beings...is what I live for. Our past doesn't need to come from the same, but it's aligned in a similar place. A community of white flags. "Finally I fit in." "I know I should be here." I support.
But I can't bring another life into this place with these struggles I know too well.