Scars and Hearts or maybe Hearts and Scars

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happy barf day to me

There’s that whole idea that we have to spend our birthdays every year in a perpetual state of contemplation; judging the past year for our accomplishments, mistakes, and the justification that we have survived another year. For me this birthday… Continue Reading →

apples, spot, and the two deliquents

Sometimes you walk away from a situation with less energy, and more drain slipping down. For me today, the inspiration to fully take advantage of a day off is almost a joke; I got the speech yesterday about my inability… Continue Reading →

drained, sprained and named

So my weekend was full of drama and too much emotion to stomach so well, but that’s ok. My birth mother and her mother were in town for the first time together. Her mother spent a good deal of time… Continue Reading →

stickity stuck in the muck

So my weekend was full of drama and too much emotion to stomach so well, but that’s okay. My birth mother and her mother were in town for the first time together. Her mother spent a good deal of time… Continue Reading →

good god I hate getting up from the spoonings

My boy has this incredible ability to be the best spooner on the planet. 99% of the time he is spooning, or I am spooning and we just spend a good portion of the night spooned together. Today is that… Continue Reading →

I have this half curled up…

Lately I have been contemplating my future, and my present, all because I have seen my past. The other night I saw J, and it hurt, to see him, realizing it was not me with him. i was apart from… Continue Reading →

buh da buh da buh bup

buh da buh da buh bup   I don’t know why I am all subversive sometimes. I have some friends I have made off of bme over the years, but it remains completely true that despite the whirlwind activity of… Continue Reading →

good god, I have become this freaking gym

I came in early again to my little workplace, much invigorated by the countless hours I spend here. It’s an alright place to work, and this gym boasts one of the most diverse groups of people I have ever seen… Continue Reading →

la la la

So yes, I have been accused, and rightly so, of being a negative being. Call it a creature of habit, whatever. I TRY to see the glass as half-full, and I do my best not to under-appreciate circumstances around me…. Continue Reading →

An open Letter to my BAD INFLUENCE, please help

I’ve been writing all this crap lately. Barely able to formulate anything even remotely grammatically correct, I realize I need to do something else for a little while: Dear Miss Candy, I have a problem that I think you need… Continue Reading →

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