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 ^

  • I Open

    I Open

    Again, and again, I open. I am bashed upon the head by continued complexity. Endless halls of it as I witness its radical impossibility Again, and again, I open. My heart, my soul, my blood, this is my call. I Love It All Impossible Vulnerability Aching Tender Tenacity This Is Me With little to no…

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  • life purpose

    life purpose

    Everyone is fighting to be heard like a deafening echo chamber Who’s right and who’s wrong I think i’m drowning in opinions I feel like everyone Is an unknowing minion I just want to take your hand, whoever you are, on whatever beliefs you stand From any past you have to tend It does not…

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  • I Chose Me

    I Chose Me

    I chose me through the maze, the arrays of convincing opinions through the absolute fuckery of shame through fields lacking logic through people who saw me as a wallet I chose me through ulterior motives of others through an abusive mother through hopeless acts to be better through stabs at my self esteem through betrayals…

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