The One I’d Find in Every Lifetime
It took me a long time to learn you cannot win against someone who refuses to heal.
You cannot keep assisting misery and calling it love.
You cannot keep negotiating with gas-lighting narcissism like it’s a personality quirk.
Divine Timing, Gray Sweatpants, and the Art of Becoming Her
“I’ve known him most of my life.
Yet, to know him like this? To be the one that learns what makes his breath hitch, to hear the sound he makes right before he spills himself deep into me – fuck...”
Becoming Comfortable With The Uncomfortable
I talk about sex because I fucking enjoy it.
I talk about my pain because I survived it.
I don’t need to stomach it for other people’s palates.
And yes, I’ve said the word “DICK” in the same sentence as “HEALING.”
Because guess what? Sometimes healing looks like taking a bubble bath with wine and R&B playing softly in the background.
And sometimes it looks like having your back blown out by someone who knows the clit isn’t a myth.
42, She Chose Herself, & Popped Gold Champaign — The Birthday Glow-Up I Didn’t See Coming ✨🍾
“Setting boundaries and enforcing them isn’t rude, unkind, or selfish–it’s a form of deep, unapologetic self-respect. It’s saying,
“I matter. My peace matters. My energy is sacred, and not everyone gets access to it.”
