"There are two types of women: doormats, and goddesses."

I've always been.

Well, that was short-lived. I'm stronger than I give myself credit for. I'm resilient and no one is going to define my life for me. Happiness comes from within.

I'm a fab bitch but what else is new?

All I can think is time.

I need time to heal the heartache.

"Wolf," by Fever Ray is my new mating call.

A transcontinental revolution.

I pop bottles. In the comfort of my own home.

A coworker, Jon drew this. He said he realized it was me after he was done. SMILES!

That was a fun night.

“ Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
— Mary Elizabeth Frye

I miss my man..

This is my new dress! I'm not a slut but I sure do dress and dance like one.

I'm a BRICKHOUSE. WUZ GEWD?

Coming home at 3am after a night drinking white wine, smoking , fucking till I'm stupid I still do my clinique 3 step. That's how I stay looking so radiant. *~*the more you know*~*.