by HelluvaGirl

The worst that can happen to a woman, is being beautiful, smart and strong.

I’m a killer.

When my mother was pregnant, she had a dream I fell an got a huge cut on my cheek.

Sometimes I feel like cutting my face to help myself and tick off at least one box.

I would also have to go crazy to tick off another one.

Would that make me more humble and in consonance? Would I be able not just to catch an occasional feeling of unity with the rest of the things, but sustain that truth every step along the way?

The last one is the toughest, though.

They say to become a shaman, you have to be torn by wolves. I think I know what this means.