I have lots. My 2 little hearts. Lancaster. The Peace with the Heart around it. My Fleur De Lys. My bunny, My leaves with clouds, the symbols behind me ears, my french words, my chest script, my skulls, my cobra tattoo, and my heart locket.
Fuck feeling inadequate. Fuck laying in bed thinking about everything you’re not doing. Fuck feeling like time is running out. Fuck self image. Fuck his perfect face. Fuck your unwashed hair. Fuck not trying hard enough. Fuck the internet. Fuck colds. Fuck being alone. Fuck loneliness. Fuck having to do it all over again tomorrow. Fuck youth. This isn’t youth. This isn’t freedom and weightlessness. Fuck not feeling young. Fuck you. Fuck me. Someone please fuck me. Fuck this.
“But the victory that matters most tonight goes beyond the laws and far past the numbers. It is the peace of mind enjoyed by every American, no longer one injury or illness away from catastrophe. It is the workers and entrepreneurs who are now freed to pursue their slice of the American dream without fear of losing coverage or facing a crippling bill. And it is the immeasurable joy of families in every part of this great nation, living happier, healthier lives together because they can finally receive the vital care they need.”—
I suppose you’ll find it Looking under rocks and out the window of your car. The emptiness of words Can hardly fill your spaces and cracks. Clicking keys. And I suppose someday you’ll find it, this talking will cease. I had just hoped it would be 8 years ago, 5 hours sooner, and with me. byLauren Vannucci