You don’t seem to understand. Don’t make me hold your hand. I am a vagrant. A vagabond. A drifter. A free spirit.
I became the boss-ass-business-bitch I never had time to be and it felt so powerful.
You get rejected a whole fucking lot—so much that you start to notice patterns in the ways you get rejected.
Your career path and life purpose should be something that you naturally enjoy doing every single day.
His life became a blur of transience.
Hypothetical letter of a hippie/free spirit writing to his friend and former college roommate who is not amused by his lifestyle that has changed because he has a regular paying job.
When your abuser is convinced, and has others convinced, he is a supporter of women’s rights and social justice, the alienation and betrayal feels all the more disquieting.
We all know one. You know the kind that’s completely loaded on their family’s wealth, a lost soul trying to find their way in this crazy world.
To some people, this term means a skinny Photoshop geek with thick ray-ban glasses and longer hair.
It’s you and me stepping down from lashing out just once, and letting that wave tide over us and recess.