In a world where most of us seek approval - here are some pretty straight forward tips on how to stay in good graces. Most are fairly obvious; however, the one about asking more questions while engaged

Words frozen on my tongue Unable to escape Seized in a prison of my creation Thoughts like a dense fog Hang pensively in the air Heavy with the weight of good intention And the shuffle of feet on streets

ATTENTION: All persons in possession of a birth given vagina please step away from those yoga pants and that athletic gear you’re about to purchase. It’s no longer needed. Instead you can find my ass in

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Will it though? Will my comfort zone really kill me or will it prop me in front of the boob tube wrapped in a Snuggie double-fisting chicken nuggets into my face hole? Maybe it will kill me if we're playing

Every morning my alarm goes off at 5 am. Most days I hit the snooze button in the desperate hope that I can go back to bed and stay asleep forever. Never wake up, never wait in line at the corporate coffee

I hope that your self-righteousness keeps you warm at night That your uncanny ability to never be wrong in any given situation Is a comfort when you’re all alone But indulge my curiosity; you owe me that

Greetings and salutations! New to the Steemit land. Simply here to let my thoughts and ramblings get kicked around the internet like Wilson in Cast Away. I'd love to help promote kindness and compassion

Booty Bumping

I want a bigger nose. I want an extravagant nose – a nose with its own zip code. I want a nose like Steve Martin had in Roxanne. I’m incapable of sniffing bullshit upon approach with the current model

I demand a do-over on my high school days. That’s right, I want to go back to having acne prone skin, an unhealthy obsession with Robert Smith of the Cure and being virtually invisible to anyone with a

When I was child I was obsessed with the idea that aliens would break into my house. I wasn't afraid of them in the traditional sense; no tractor beam was gonna pull me from my bed and into the sky. No

There are too many rules in office management. No swearing on the phones? Who the fuck thought this shit up?!

It's time to shake it! Shake your derriere!!

So I'm that girl again, the chick at the coffee shop - the one that's too cool to go inside but would rather sit outside with her headphones on and sweat in all kinds of uncomfortable places. My armpits

I have to be in the mood To drink To smoke To write Dance or even to fuck It's a conscious effort on my part A stage to set With actors and scenes This shit bar offers few options The married man staring

If I had a dime for every time someone called me fat I’d own a strip mall And house the homeless If I had a dime for every time I heard “she has such a pretty face” I’d have enough for a boob job Then

It’s 5 am and I go through the usual grinding of gears that I do. Every day feels like Groundhog day. Each day slightly more painful and harder to force my will into submission. Shove my legs into the