sluts are pretty smart, actually
WARNING the blog you are about to read may baffle you, trigger you, make you laugh, make you cry, change your life, and is immensely vulnerable for me.
I am wisdom keeper of felt knowledge.
This page is my catharsis.
And I hope that’s exactly what it gives you.
Ivy Wolfe
Singer, Model, Poet, Writer
with tender aching vulnerable bravery, I have chosen to let you see me. I have removed the masks, the perfected aspects. I have cut deep into the truth, and let it bleed. Like sap from a tree. I have laid my mess out in the open, my contradictions like accessories. feast upon the truth we…
I approach the dark one that lives inside of me. Her eyes cloaked in shadows and pain, her anger laid against her like hair. She lunges at me, trying to cut off my head. Like she does anything that approaches her. Driven by nothing but an instinct to protect. Blind rage, pain, and every betrayal…
I’ve sacrificed being clearly seen in exchange for seeing clearly