These jealus bxtchs.

its just like Bam Bam said above the roar of the fed ex planes rolling in, “they’re jealous, all of them. that’s why they’re so mean.”

they get salty when i wear make up because im prettier than before.

they poke fun at me when i wear no make up because im still pretty.

they ask me how much i weigh.

im not the prettiest, but i sure am prettier than them. and younger too. 

and so they get jealous. and they try to bully me.

but like i told Sue at the bar, “I’ve been bullied enough times to know when its happening to me again.”

Now i know, and there is no way in hell i am letting them get me this time.

fuck that. not today.

I am the girl who climbed to the top of the Big Y sign on route 1 in hadley off ketamolicane and two tabs of acid. 

I am the girl who pulled off a beautiful wedding from across the country. 

I am the girl who met the universe in Joshua Tree and saw the earth move across the sky.

I am the girl who reads Ernest Hemingway’s memoir and Eve Babitz and Caroline Calloway. 

I am the girl who is chasing her dreams, even when it fucking sucks and i wanna die.

They try to make me forget who i am. 

I am the girl who is unstoppable. who is strong even when she feels weak. who will not allow herself to stoop to the level of petty comments about weight, hair, skin, and other dusty boring topics.

Its 2025. if you’re still talking about other peoples appearances, get a grip people, you’re the ones who are going to suffer by keeping your vibe so low. So i’ll leave you there to ride out your life through your little eyes. 

breath soooooo much love in. breath sooooo much love out, you guys. don’t let the jealus bxtchs get you this time.