cat, the daughter of a desert flower.

people ask me how i live with myself. it's because i don't believe the narrative about me. i believed my body when it told me i was assaulted (manufactured consent by deception). i was the older person (and also a messed up kid trying to help) but that doesn't change anything.

the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over again and expecting different results... BAKA!!!!!!

thanks can we go back to a country where i don't spend every second of every day holding back tears of rage and despair now? idk when exactly that was but i'm pretty sure it was... um... sometime in 2012

i know a lot of crazy people, but you? you're the craziest

did some event happen? oh

if i had it all to do all over again, i'd start with aerosolizing peanut butter to spray my baby daddy with like pepper spray (he's allergic) and call the cops on every man who came looking for me

my former (?) stalker (who broke my neck) named his kid Spencer after the dude who inspired 6 attempts to kms, if you want to know how my life turned out

youse guys should stop naming your kids things that feel stupid to say in bed

i have decided to die of embarassment

my sister in law is boiling onions to make the house smell because i'm allergic to them

there are few things funnier than some dumbass accidentally shooting himself in the leg

nothing hurts like being emotionally vulnerable and receiving a "K" in response. last night i got drunk off half a beer and passed out 😭

happy Halloween! i'm the grown-up version bee girl from the video for Blind Melon - No Rain (video below) youtu.be/3qVPNONdF58?is=1pJ6…

definitely telling my nephews candy isn't real so that my brother has an interesting Halloween 🥰

two wrongs don't make a right, but three rights make a left

PEOPLE ARE SO FUCKING EXHAUSTING

i feel like i need to check in on my stalker. this economy is hard on everyone