T is for Traumatic tbh

Okay... let me explain. I was what you might call an intense child. Before reaching double didgets I was reading Shakespeare and Edgar Allen Poe, listened to classical music and opera, suffered from terrible OCD, wrote dark poetry and had an invisible friend who was a hit and run victim. I was basically Wednesday Adams. … Continue reading T is for Traumatic tbh

Comic Con – spring 2019

I went to the spring Comic-Con recently. Growing up in the golden area before the mobile phone I'm grateful to have been able to develop as a human being without the pressures of Facebook, Instagram and snapchat dragging me into a bigger pit of body dysmorphia and self loathing. Instead of taking pictures of myself … Continue reading Comic Con – spring 2019