And Yes I Said Yes I Will Yes.

I half wish to find a comfortable cave and live there for the whole of my existence but as that is an unlikely occurrence- I suppose I should join the rest of the human race and begin a blog. That doesn't mean I look down on any of you less. I am simply proving I can do it better. The Name is Olivia. I live the whole world wide. I like conspiracies, beautiful language, and things that give me leverage. Memento Mori: I'm ready for what's next.

(All writing published here is owned by me unless cited otherwise.)


In Omnia Paratus   I'm Bland Looking. Like Rice.


Things I Fear

Vulnerability is finding yourself in your dying mother’s hospital room,
wearing the neon pink shoes you bought because you thought they were funny.
Vulnerability is knowing you spent three hundred dollars on the wristwatch that is sliding down the arm you are using to defend yourself against a man with a gun. 
Vulnerability is knowing that he won’t ever love you.
Vulnerability is displacement. 
Vulnerability is guilt. 
Vulnerability is our skins.

Notes

  1. natk said: I love this
  2. cancer-stick said: Always inciteful. Beautifully crafted.
  3. andrewbaggott said: your words are gorgeous.
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