Aspiring Carrie Bradshaw Of My Generation

Yeah, thats a Sex In The City reference, sue me.

WARNING the blog you are about to read may baffle you, trigger you, make you laugh, make you cry, and is immensely vulnerable for me.

We all spend so much time creating perfect images, brands, and views of ourselves for people to see. 

Does anyone else just want the guttural truth? 

So grab your popcorn if you feel the call, and read on. 

This page is my catharsis.
And I hope that’s exactly what it gives you.

Ivy Wolfe

Singer, Model, Poet, Writer

^where else to find me ^

  • Letters To Life

    Letters To Life

    I cry out, hoping I can stop growing  Not so fast  Not so hard  It’s hurting  But she does not hear  She thrashes  And exposes  All illusions  In time we all meet her  You are in her world  I am just a messenger  So I surrender  In the ache  In every pain  I will hold…

    CONTINUE READING: Letters To Life
  • but I don’t want to make sense

    but I don’t want to make sense

    but I don’t want to make sense!  I don’t want to curate components of me  forcibly making a symphony  so I don’t look crazy  is that what they call branding?  It’s SUFFOCATING  I want to be the woman people wonder about  Whom is far too much  for anyone to even comprehend  I want to be…

    CONTINUE READING: but I don’t want to make sense
  • where life exists

    where life exists

    Life exists past meaning  Past knowing  Past wording  Past safety  Past hoping  Life exists  Past all notions of good or bad  Right or wrong  Life exists  She cackles just past your comprehension  All at once here and in another dimension  She is not quiet, or docile, or one to discretion  But she is tender, soft,…

    CONTINUE READING: where life exists