"You do not know to what extent I guard myself, and my feelings, It is strange how you get truth from me."

A literare passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin to Henry Miller | 1932 - 1953

Who knows how some people turn to strange ones
Is it up to me to make them into dead ones?

Taking me back to 2016

Perfectly imperfect, and we do it our way

Everybody's talking but it's not in my head
They say, "don't be different
Be like them instead"
But they can't keep us down

You are the ghoulest ghoul by far
So don't be afraid of who you are

سكرينشوت مني بالمناسبة

She reminds me of me sometimes

Girlies join

Me when 2 am with my son

I don't know about you but I want to have a "best mommy" cup

Had to watch my husband and son dying, hat-tastic

I love being trusted for my honesty
Wouldn't sell that for any price