THERE IS NO PENIS POKEMON
maybe next gen
When I got out of bed this morning, Poppy woke up crying and begged, “Mommy, you lay back down please.” So that’s the foot my day started on :/
I think the hardest part about being here this summer is how fucking persistent memories can be. All of a sudden, it’s this time last year. I’m in the same bedroom, feeling like a prisoner while I scroll through Tumblr to distract myself from the fact that I’m living with someone who openly hates me. And then I question everything. I question my ability to love and be loved. I question my worthiness. I question the choices I’ve made and the impact they’ll have on my daughter. I question my value as a human being. This place is so familiar in spite of the fact that it stopped feeling like home ages ago.
Two more months.
A really good name for a villainess or maybe a roller derby girl would be Roxy Monoxide.
I just realized that all my summer dresses are black.