My Weight Fluctuates Depending On My Mood

This Weird Pressure That Mothers Are Put Under, Like This Idea That If You Can't Breastfeed, You're Not Doing Something Properly, Or If You Choose Not To.

Escapism For Me Can Come In The Form Of Someone Else's Reality.

I Know That When I Am Dying, Looking Back, It Will Be Women That I Regret Having Argued With, Women I Sought To Impress, To Understand, Was Tortured By. Women I Wish To See Again, To See Them Smile And Laugh And Say, It Was All As It Should Have Been.

Luxury Is Nice, But Creativity Is Nicer.

It’s Interesting To See How Other People React To An Oversharer.