Author deanna

misconnected disconnect

Well that wasn’t a very fun time at all. I got a clot and proceeded to spend Wednesday through Sunday in the hospital, 98% entirely alone and cried because I was alone and had virtually nobody invested in any healthy… Continue Reading →

a clot is a knot is a spot

Oh and I have those for sure. It appears I somehow manifested a clot down there, it shot down not up, guys–and it is cutting the blood off to the leg and since I also do not want to lose… Continue Reading →

not dead yet

I think I have used that title more than a few times in my life, always surprised as anyone I make it through certain things. Right now I am focused on my focus and brain to make it all better… Continue Reading →

when screaming is the only option

I feel like I need to remark this, just in case you all need it to illuminate the story of my death, whenever that might happen. I am hopefully joking right now because last night I was done. Done done… Continue Reading →

character flaws and bada ba

Sooooo….Yeah yeah I am still getting some shit done. Don has to upgrade my computer to be able to host anything to the point of at least being able to edit any videos. Who knew? The best part is now… Continue Reading →

context is everything: fiction is better than truth

I have been musing quite a bit on relationships and basically our relationship to the world around us. I think there is something to be said with communing and connecting with nature, sure, and some people have more of that… Continue Reading →

sometimes you just don’t GAF at all

.Man I have been kind of raring to write this shit about my experiences as some kind of exercise of camaraderie with women or whatever, but all it does is leave me fucking angry. Like why the fuck do I… Continue Reading →

cruelty is a compelling force

Wow, you guys. What an amazing evolution on communication to witness. No, really. I have been commenting for quite some time on the anger and vitriol and hyperbole informing people’s opinions and beliefs. As a general statement I let people… Continue Reading →

worth more dead than alive

Man, the thoughts running through my head the past several weeks–my family was in town, meaning my real family which is not the birth family as though they originated the genetic material, certainly lacked a major influence in my life… Continue Reading →

some of you— I just can’t…

I am going to copy and paste something I wrote earlier which I think is a big condemnation of modern culture. I mean–I am still trying with almost every situation to inject a healthy dose of empathy and respect. I… Continue Reading →

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