Single and ready to mingle
Not your average manic [pixie] dream girl.
Hipster era refugee. Love art films, live jazz, beach swims, reading, uncomfortable art and coffee where they know the guy that grew the beans.
Not yet outdoorsy but hiking has peaked my interest.
Best thing ever is chats, though. Love philosophy, art. science and horse genetics. Teach me something new and save your love potion money.
Cute dates are nice. No single-serve romance. I’m open to the idea of a relationship but only with the wrong person.
A 3 minute slam poem
I hate slam poems but lockdown
I'm in a cage
Cage fighting with my depression
Suplexed by my oppression
Womanhood has me in a lock hold
Despite all my rage still getting my arse kicked in this cage
Ball and chain.
Every fucking day.
Again and again.
Uncle Jacinda god damn.
You expect ME to be part of your fucked up plan?
When I look into the eyes of my lovers and friends,
Through screens and devices.
Minutes, hours, days.
It never ends.
I see the sadness the darkness.
The eyes of the lonely.
This isn't supposed to be fun.
And we are the lucky ones.
"Listen to your body"
But what if your body is a liar?