HOLD ON TO SPINNING AROUND, CONFETTI FALLS TO THE GROUD. MAY THESE MEMORIES BREAK OUR FALL.

As I reflect on this past year, I don’t know whether to laugh, cry or both at the same time. So much has happened over the last 12 months, I don’t even know where to start. New friends were made and old friends were reconnected with. Break-ups, make-ups, hook-ups. New houses and new jobs. Maybe a few too many drunken nights and definitely not enough sleep.

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HOLD ON TO SPINNING AROUND, CONFETTI FALLS TO THE GROUD. MAY THESE MEMORIES BREAK OUR FALL.

NOBODY SAID IT WAS EASY, IT’S SUCH A SHAME FOR US TO PART.

“Nobody said it was easy. No one ever said it would be this hard.”

How many people can say that their dad started a riot at a Doors concert? I didn’t think I could either until my sister dropped that beautiful knowledge bomb on me. My dad was that much of a bad ass.

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NOBODY SAID IT WAS EASY, IT’S SUCH A SHAME FOR US TO PART.

Bittersweet, the taste is like ash in my mouth

“This one’s for the laaaaadies”

Although I like to keep an optimistic outlook on all things relationship related, I have to say I do have my moments where I feel like I could lead the “she-woman-man-haters” club. I used to think it was as simple as: men suck. Case & point. But then I started thinking, do they really? Or is it us? Are we [women] sometimes crazy psychos who almost [figuratively] resemble a child loving an animal too much? Essentially, a five year old hugging and squeezing her pet rabbit so hard that she kills it… too graphic?

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Bittersweet, the taste is like ash in my mouth

the taste of ink is getting old

There comes a time in life when you feel like you have to have your life all figured out. You must have a “real” job. You must have a checking and a savings account and they both must have a substantial amount of money in them. You must have a perfect relationship. Is it Instagram-worthy? 100+ likes? If not, you might as well break up. You must eat kale and drink coconut water. You must be able to go to the gym and actually work out on a daily basis. You must have a nice ass and a flat stomach. Don’t forget about your boobs, apparently those are pretty important too. You must order a vodka soda as your drink of choice… and enjoy it.

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the taste of ink is getting old