I am more than: my relationship status. My job. My age. My sexuality. My degree or lack of. My last name. My appearance. My gender. My sex. My short comings.
I am: rusted thoughts. A bloody tongue. Every city I have breathed in. Every bedroom I have loved in. Piles of words. Twisted metaphors. My thoughts. My actions. My dreams.
And I am not looking to be loved. I am looking to be seen.
7 - What’s something you don’t usually blog about?
I don’t usually blog about my personal life. Not in detail anyway.
This is me. Immediately after my morning bathroom visit. That’s right. Girls poop.
Anyway, I just think that girls that are so pretty on tumblr never ever post bad pictures of them. Now, I’m not saying or implying that I’m anything other than a normal, average lady. However, more girls need to see that other women are just that. Normal. Average. We all have bed head. We all have smeared eyeliner from the day before. Unless, of course, you’re responsible and you remove your makeup before bed. My eyes are puffy. My chin has 47 pimples because I’m on my period and I haven’t plucked my eyebrows in a good three or four days. I had an odd red mark by my eye.
I’m not one of those “picture perfect” tumblr famous girls. I will never claim to be.
I’m just me. And at this moment, that’s enough for me.
Ps. My cat is petting my butt as I type this. I think she likes me today.