I love being a women.
Everything about it.
Blood, burnings and birth.
Airy, soft.
Pure fire and magic.
June 24, 2018
I miss being comfortable in my body. Every mourning I wake to discomfort and nausea that can last hours.
I miss wine. I miss being able to eat and not eat whenever as I pleased. This baby is taking away my freedom. I am a slave to my baby.
By choice with trust of course though.
Woman with the heart shaped birthmarks🖤


I don’t know where I’m from,but I’m dancin atop the lakes of MN. If my maternal cracks.
God bless us all.
Holder of safe spaces. I will not buy into the illusion. I’m not in love; I’m disgusted.
Woman from Venus. My North Star. She’s too sensitive for y’all mothfuckers.
Spoiled



