🌎🖤 HAPPY INDIGENOUS PEOPLES’ DAY! 🖤🌎 Today is about recognizing the Indigenous peoples whose cultures, knowledge, resilience, leadership, and contributions have shaped this world long before a damn history textbook decided which stories were worth telling. And before somebody asks, YES, we’re

Congratulations. 🎉 You have officially activated the “I don’t give a fuck anymore” part of my brain. The part where the bullshit stops being entertaining, the audacity stops being surprising, and my willingness to participate in unnecessary nonsense packs its shit and moves to another fucking pl

Michael got to witness firsthand what a fucking delight I’ve become to sleep with since he’s been gone. 😂💀 This man came home expecting to reunite with his loving wife, cuddle up in bed, and enjoy the peaceful comfort of marital bliss. Instead, he got the deluxe subscription to What the Actua

There are few things more terrifying than waking up and realizing your own mind has decided to turn your bedroom into a fucking nightmare. I was asleep. ASLEEP. Watching a movie, apparently, and somewhere in that movie, a car alarm went off. That was all it took. One sound. One tiny, insig

I don’t know why I’ve been missing you so much lately, Paul. Maybe grief doesn’t need a reason. Maybe some days your heart just gets tired of carrying the absence of someone who meant so damn much to you. And lately, mine has been feeling yours. 💔 You weren’t my brother by blood, but you were my

It’s 1 AM. 😂 Michael is over there snoring like a damn freight train. Jaelynn is knocked out. Madison has officially ceased fire on the unconscious illegal operations for the evening. For those of you who missed the previous episodes, this is the same Madison who, in her sleep, calmly announc

🧠 A little neuro + psych care update… because apparently my brain has decided it needs a whole damn management team. 😂 I had appointments with both Neuro and Psych, and we made some changes to the medication lineup. Neuro is starting me on Topiramate to hopefully get better control over the m

There are some moments in life that feel almost too precious to put into words. ❤️ This morning, I looked over and saw my grandmother holding Madison, and my heart just about shattered in the most beautiful way. Two generations of my family, wrapped up together in one little moment. My grandm

Y’all are fucking clowns. Consent goes out the fucking window when you are so incapacitated that you cannot move, cannot talk, and cannot meaningfully communicate. Why is that so damn hard to understand? Who cares if she agreed to a threesome? She did NOT agree to seven men. She may

Some songs don’t hit you because they’re beautiful. They hit you because they know something about you. “It’s Been Awhile” by Staind is one of those songs for me. But the older I get, the differently I hear it. I don’t just hear a song about addiction anymore. I hear fourteen years o

Okay, so apparently LEXICAL-GUSTATORY SYNESTHESIA IS A REAL FUCKING THING. 😂🧠👅 I’m sitting here reading Blackwood Institute and come across this phrase, thinking, “Surely this is some fictional shit the author made up.” NOPE. Apparently, there are people whose brains automatically associat

MY MINI ME. ❤️ Jasmine was born in 1995, when I was only 10 years old. And from the very beginning, there was just something about that little girl that attached her to my heart in a way I can’t fully put into words. I was a kid myself, but I loved her like she was mine to protect. I held

If Kristy could sit across from me one more time… I think the first thing she’d say would be: “Hey, Jess.” And I already know I’d break. Because there are so many things I would want to say. So many things I wish I could go back and change. So many moments I replay in my head, wondering

If your younger self could sit across from you now, I don’t think she’d start with anger. I think she’d stare at you for a long time. She’d look at the tattoos. The piercings. The hair. The tired eyes. The woman sitting in front of her who somehow became everything she never knew she was allo

Disney Villain Truth Segment Maybe Maleficent was never the villain. Maybe she was just the woman who finally stopped being convenient. We grew up being told the story: Maleficent was evil. She was cruel. She cursed an innocent baby. She was the monster in the story. But then

Eyan came into our lives as Kendall’s boyfriend. And somewhere along the way, he stopped feeling like just Kendall’s boyfriend and started feeling like family. He may not share my DNA. I didn’t raise him from a baby. I didn’t get to watch him take his first steps or teach him how to ride a bi

So apparently, I decided to take the word JUGGALETTE and turn every damn letter into a personality trait. Because why just be a Juggalette when you can make an entire witchy manifesto out of it? 😂 J — Just a girl …who embraces the chaos. U — Unapologetically weird, wild, loud, and completel

Today is a Dread the Sloth kind of day. 🦥 I’m exhausted. I feel like absolute shit. My body is basically filing a formal complaint against me for expecting it to function today. And yet… I’ve still managed to clean almost the entire damn house. Not because I suddenly found some magica

In 2014, a Columbia University student named Emma Sulkowicz started carrying a 50-pound mattress around campus. Not because she wanted attention. Not because carrying a damn mattress across college every day sounded fun. She did it as an art project called “Mattress Performance (Carry That

There are some directors you appreciate because they make good movies. And then there’s Tim Burton, who apparently looked at the world, decided “Nope, it needs more darkness, crooked buildings, strange little creatures, dead people with feelings, and emotionally damaged weirdos” and somehow crea