When i find stretch marks on my thighs i make a point of smooching them because they’re just doing their best at keeping the all-powerful immortal Being within me from ripping my mortal shell asunder in a blaze of heavenly glory and eviscerating the cosmos in my divine wrath.
When boys tell me I’m pretty.
Bought myself some new crystals. (Hey heart chakra, how you doin down there?)
Had my back adjusted and I’m even icing it, which I always forget to do.
Drinking water instead of coffee, even though I really want coffee. Really really want coffee.
Taking with friends I’ve been neglecting.
Looking long and hard at what’s working for me.
And I’m going to go drink beers socially instead of sitting at home and drinking an entire bottle of wine in the bath and crying. Wooooo.