Greek ghost in the machine. Bruised-knuckle poet. #STAYGOLD (ha). Made of scars that still spit teeth • 25 years in the deep end, still can't swim (RP)
Hey new followers. I'm garbage at maintaining this. I only shitpost whatever brainfarts happen when I can't sleep. Earworms. Lyrics. Random bullshit. Enjoy?
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Napa Valley. 10 acres of trees and streams and peace. In-laws rescue horses. My daughters spent the afternoon rescuing my mood. Close enough. I’ll take it.
On Weds we gonna roll out the red carpets in Reno and welcome more lambs to the slaughter. Fun times.
Curious silence from my opponent. Hope its not cold feet. Maybe I'll bring them some slippers. 💀
A lot of years in this business can wear on you. 29 years and I'm still here. Battered, bruised, but not broken.
Step into the ring with me at your own peril.
(Thanks to my husband for setting up this photoshoot.)
26 years ago I went through a window.
Tonight my daughter took a picture and I realized I wasn’t trying to hide it anymore. Guess personal growth is possible after all.
nobody tells you survival becomes habit.
you keep waking up.
you keep moving.
keep learning how to carry things that should’ve crushed you.
the tragedy isn’t that you survived it.
it’s that part of you wishes you hadn't.
just so there'd be proof.
the birds’ll start soon.
sky’s getting lighter.
another sleepless night and nobody cares.
life will continue being life.
later.
right now,
for one busted moment between yesterday and tomorrow,
i'll sit with the ghosts.
we got nowhere else to be.
some people become songs on a playlist of emotional way stations
forever on shuffle like
you don’t listen to them every day
but then one random night
they come on and suddenly you’re
wondering
what the hell happened
to ten years.
It’s wild how quiet gets loud at midnight. The mind never really shuts up. Mine just changes subjects.
Tonight it’s old matches, unfinished conversations, people I miss, people I loved. Just me, the lake, and a thousand what-ifs. Anyway. 🍃💨