the real subtle art of not giving a fuck

Ad Hominem

Ad Hominem People talk, of gardens and meadows But I was just a desert; lonely, mellow Gardens are used to frequent visitors, Loved ones, frolicking laughter And when I speak of the muck and sweat That comes with the heat; drained, wet Leaving no water for your blood, you dry out Toiling, dragging your feet…

The Interpretation.

“One of the risks of being quiet is that other people can fill your silence with their own interpretation: You’re bored. You’re depressed. You’re shy. You’re stuck up. You’re judgmental.When others can’t read us, they write their own story- not always one we choose or that’s true to who we are.”
-Sophia Dembling’s The Introvert’s Way


From You to You To My 14 Year Old Self: It is your birthday. Maybe not a very happy birthday. You’re a little grumpy. You’re always grumpy on your birthdays. Well… you’re grumpy in general. But I know it is a good day, in fact. I know that despite everything- mum and dad made you…


Waking up, only to go back to sleep. The days aren’t days, the nights not nights. Smiles won’t reach your eyes, Emotions just aren’t deep. Experts that we’ve become, Of living in black and white. Time is flying, Awareness, but not enough. Thinking, but not thinking. Good days, or bad, Don’t matter- it’s always rough….