Tearing at the Fabric

Of the space-time continuum



This is a snapshot of the real me.

There is, of course, more to me, but this is the basic bones.

And I was squished with the pain of what my love chose for so long, I got lost.

I’m back. I have worked my arse off to be the girl I know I really am.

Having a tough time sorting some (mostly his) shit out, with the barman.

But, I haven’t lost me in the process.

I’m pretty fucking special. Pretty fucking awesome.

And I love. Hard.

But know where the stop the bus, I wanna get off button is.

And how to use it.

In the meantime, look at this very blurry picture of a John Dory, swimming on the shore, about 1.5m from me yesterday afternoon.

How cool is this???