I promise I’m not a ghost.
Sometimes writing is hard as shit.
I’m inspired by the tiniest thing, or the coolest idea comes to mind and I’m in the shower or no where near a pen or notepad so I can’t write down the exact words.
I also can’t just sit and force myself to write. There is no magical button I can press to turn on the word machine. I wish I had one.
At the same time, I’m glad that it just comes out. It’s like a beast that lives inside me that inhales emotion and spits fire and bleeds ink and when I’m behind a microphone it erupts into a mighty roar.
Behind the lipstick and chubby cheeks there is a darker, edgier darling that rests in the hammock of my tummy. She doesn’t come out to speak all the time.
Please stick with us, though. Working on graduating and trying to get my feelings onto tumblr is real, but when I do update, I promise I won’t disappoint :)
Not like I was doing this for you, anyways.












