It matters, doesn’t it?

Another meetingAnother dayAnother procedureAnother playWhat were you saying again?I was thinking about how being gorgeous works…When beauty is supposed to be in the eye of the beholder…But society paints the picture That those eyes are taking in.Another meetingAnother dayAnother roundaboutAnother wayWhat were you implying again?I was thinking about how being loved works…When your heart is

Popular Girl Brain

Tricky topic today!One I actually doubted to post about, even, for a while. Just because, yaknow. Tricky.Mostly because I like to be seen as a nice person, even though I’m quite aware of my (many) flaws and the fact that I am, in fact, not really that nice of a person (I always strongly identify

Not-so-smooth Operator

Oftentimes I find myself wondering at the apparent disconnect that exists between the operating speed of my brain, and that of my body. Mostly because it annoys the fuck out of me, pretty much every day in some way or another. One of the prime examples of my brain working faster than the rest of

Brainzzz ajumble.

My mind is a mess today. Sort of. My brain does that to me, every once in a while. Bastard. It goes full rogue rebellion on me and clamors for mutiny at the top of it’s non-existent voice. It’s a hard concept to describe, this type of mess that I mean, but I’ll make an