❝ The heart is capable of sacrifice. So is the vagina. The heart is able to forgive and repair. It can change it’s shape to let us in. It can expand to let us out. So can the vagina. It can ache for us and stretch for us, die for us and bleed and bleed us into this difficult, wondrous world. So can the vagina. ❞
Eve Ensler, The Vagina Monologues

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#1304

I’m starting to hate errands. I hate running around and being busy. 

So this is how being a mom feels like huh

Okay


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#1299

Woke up at 5am. Started working at 6ish. Fed Maki. 500 words in an hour. Gave Maki a bath. Put her to sleep. Went straight back to work. 1500 words in 3 hours. Lunch. Bath. 30-minute break. Worked on a 600-word write-up. Sucked at it. Deleted 300 words. Went to Amazon and Multiply for motivation. Lurked and ranted on Facebook and Twitter. Went back to the empty project space. Wrote 100 words. Deleted them again. Cried. Almost smashed head against keyboard. Put Maki to sleep. Talked to Maki. Put Maki to sleep. Cleaned Maki up. Put Maki to sleep. Wrote-deleted-wrote-deleted. Almost pressed the “cancel-i don’t want to write this content” button. Thought about it. Still needs cash. Wrote again. 600ish words. 8pm. Submitted content. Checked mail. Scribbled nonsense bullshit on Tumblr.

Okay. Close enough.


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#1285

I was putting Maki to sleep when a familiar song plays in the background.

It was Pink’s Family Portrait.

Talk about awkward. I really hope she’d understand everything when she grows up. 

I’m really tempted to write more about this subject, but I’d rather just leave it to myself. Some things are just better left unsaid.


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