my hell is empty

Shiro wanted something big and Keith did not disappoint. Keith gave him the biggest sunflower he could find and Shiro died laughing. How can he possibly love this guy even more? So pure, too good for this world. ಥ_ಥ Redbubble  

“I don’t like either candidate” like your dumb ass can’t visualize four years of listening to Donald “hell is empty and all the devils are in my toupee” Trump fuck everything up from one end of the universe to the other?

Like, listen, you may like playing Fallout as a video game but I have to tell you that your fuckass would not survive a nuclear fallout and neither would anybody else’s so, like, maybe shut up and go vote for Hillary.

“But there’s no way he’ll really win”

let me tell you two things.

One, everybody said that about him in the primaries too and look who got the nomination.

Two, you may live in a predominately blue area. You may live in a place where people hide their racism and xenophobia and hatred for the LGBT community a little better. But I live in Virginia, and let me tell you a thing about the Southeastern United States right now. Right now, those of us in the Southeastern United States who are visibly part of one of Trump’s targeted groups, whether it’s because we’re women or we’re wearing rainbow gear or have a liberal sticker on our car or, God forbid, have dark skin or wear identifiably non-Christian religious garments, are being physically and aggressively targeted whenever we go outside.

Do you know, on two separate occasions, back when I had a Bernie sticker on my car, white men in jacked-up pickup trucks with Trump and confederate flag stickers, ACTUALLY RAN ME OFF THE ROAD while leaning out their window and yelling sexist slurs at me?

Like, I had to drive my car INTO THE GRASS on the side of the road and slam on brakes to keep being rammed by their truck. (Two different trucks, so presumably four different men.) This happened to me once while I was alone, once while Kellie was in the car with me, and once to Kellie when she was in the car by herself.

A full 20-30% of the cars I see on the road here have unapologetically racist Trump-supportive sexist-anti-Hillary paraphernalia on them. That’s not counting the ones that just have subtle Republican stickers or anti-Democrat stickers or stickers for the local conservative Congress candidates who are presumably voting for the Republican ticket that includes Donald Trump.

Grown-ass adults sit in coffee shops and talk loudly about how Donald Trump is going to save them from Muslim immigrants and Sharia Law, and parrot whatever latest bullshit they read on a parody website or Fox News and mistook for real news, and talk about how maybe those damn homosexuals will finally get what they deserve. 

It’s happened more than once to ME, and I’m a homebody who doesn’t leave my house and socialize very often. I feel like I’m living in an SNL parody skit about the South right now, but this is not a joke. This is real life.

Please believe me when I tell you we are not safe. These people will not be staying home from the polls. These people will be fucking voting.

You need to vote too.


Even though I went to crossfit today, I decided to have another lifting session for a special two-a-day Saturday. Didn’t have much else to do tonight (which is rare) so why the hell not. What was even better was my apartment gym empty. I went HARD IN THE PAINT tonight and the pump was unreal. I took a bunch of selfies just to show how the pump looked and to help with my down-ish mood. Fitness feels like it’s the only thing I got right now. Anyways hopefully y'all enjoy these photos.

P.s. I apologize for looking a hot mess. I need to shave and get a fade badly. Lol

the moon is a furnace in my mind. I’m so full of pretty words that my hair is covered in flowers & when I smile my teeth are as yellow as daffodils. my skin reeks of titan arum, it’s like the rage of every fictional woman resides in me. the drowning and sacrifice comes to bite me in the ribs. I hear Adam clawing at my bones. they chant ‘hell hath no fury’ at my pyre. hell hath no fury because hell is a woman wronged. hell is beauty scorned. tell them I welcome the fire. come now; all my sacrificed virgins, all my hanged witches, all my sexualized angels, all my girlhood puppets. hell is emptied of its fury because the spirit of every enraged woman is peaking through my goodness. this is what they stars must feel like when they take a gun to their brightness. this is the ugliness of fiction waking up. here I go excavating every thing unrecognizable in me. here I go shaping myself to the raised fists of women.

Let’s take a moment to imagine Rooney going to Cate’s debut on Broadway with a big bouquet of flowers.

the toilet phase

when I was younger, around 3 or 4 years old, I had a phase of flushing things down the toilet. I would flush McDonald’s toys I didn’t want anymore or change I had found in my room. the biggest and most hilarious thing I ever dumped was a gallon of milk. one day I was bored and was looking around in the fridge low and behold there it was, a new gallon of milk. my tiny body dragged the bottle on the floor all the way to the bathroom. I opened the cap, let it go into the toilet, and flushed. I thought I was smart enough to let it go unnoticed but I’ll never forget what my dad yelled out when he walked in. “why in the hell is the water white?!“ my mom found the empty carton and just stared at me. .