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- Changed it up a bit. I’m in the phase where my hair is in a place that aggravates me. And all the hair salons are closed.This is what quarantine looks like for me. 10 years ago I wouldn’t look my age. Ugh.Mr. Cuddles. Yes, I’m wearing sweatpants. I also haven’t done my makeup for over a week. You know... how we’re not supposed to go anywhere? *goes to talk to the wall again*Zim be like “this is mommy. I miss my brother, so I’m gonna lie here and not let her do anything for the foreseeable future. Unless I’m eating. But that only takes me 5 minutes, so she’s basically stuck with me.”
Author Archives: I.V.
It was 2010. I had come home from work early because I was having a bad episode of anxiety. As soon as I came home, I was harped on by my sister’s boyfriend. I couldn’t deal with that and the … Continue reading
So, I’m in the middle of writing a post on being Christian and a part of the LGBTQIA+ community, which is entirely possible because I AM. But, this is not that. This is a heart-wrenching thing I go through in … Continue reading
For years I never understood where I stood on the lovely roller coaster ride that is human sexuality. At least, I never FULLY understood. When I was 15, I started to identify as a lesbian… yet something prevented me from … Continue reading
Trigger warning: self-harm When I was twenty, my parents got divorced, my father remarried, and I gained a sister and a brother. Those were all good things (yes, even the divorce). The big change happened in April of that … Continue reading