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
I am the crying you’ve shoved down I am the permission slip: you can let it out now I am the support they wouldn’t give. I am the words you are told not to say I encourage you, do it anyways I am the fan on your flames of rage I am empathy with no…
theres something missing. I could never forget it, even though i’ve never felt it. when I was a little kid, I would tell my mom my soul came here for love. we are fed stories of romantic love and princesses at an early age. so of course thats what I thought it meant. but now…
I pull away and draw inward, to keep them safe. I don’t want to hurt anyone when I break. I lick my wounds, the ones from being betrayed, abandoned, and raped. I don’t think anyone realizes what I live with… unless they’ve been to the bottom too. And to tell you the truth I wish…