2013 has been fraught with so much sadness and heartbreak. This entire year has been a consistent shit show punctuated with small moments of happiness. But I sometimes wonder if I’ll ever really be content.
I love tattooed women, maybe because they are uncontrollable, they are themselves to the point of drawing symbols of their power on their skin. Talk about owning your own body, being in your body, claiming yourself. I love it. When the world is in an uproar over whether women should have a choice or not when it comes to their own bodies, being tattooed is one of the most visible choices of all.— Margaret Cho
I miss you so much sometimes it makes me sick. I hope you see this and feel shitty for the way you treated me and for the things you put me through. I still love you, though, unconditionally. But I need you to know how much you hurt me, because there aren’t even words to express the pain and heartache I’ve been through in the past four and a half months.