Anonymous said: You were very brave for the last piece. Your story keeps getting richer. x
bless you. bravery feels beautiful on the skin. love.
Anonymous said: I have many Qs I've wanted to ask you over the years, and cannot say why I have never... However, lemme start off by saying you have created an amazing space... I have one major Q (right now): I have a name and surname exactly like that of a famous celebrity, and so @s are difficult to get, with her fans using anything remotely similar to the name she and I share. How did your present Twitter @ come about? Outside of that, thank you for tumbling.
1. gratitude to you cause you just opened the door.
2. thank you for coming to vibe here, I appreciate it.
3. I have deactivated twitter so many times and coming back for the last time made me not want to be recognizable at first for various reasons and all my aliases were already taken. so, I asked Kopvno to throw ideas at me and he came up with Harley Quinn (that’s the joker’s lover and we know my attachment to the joker) but that was also taken so we settled on @hvrleyquinn. if your @ identity is proving to be a struggle, do that, channel a favourite character and play around with it.
4. it’s been a pleasure. all love. x
Anonymous said: re: don't keep it a secret... I just wept. the words resonated with me and it's as if you know exactly what I'm going through. Nova once wrote: You throw your love at men like broken bottles as if the only way to heal is to be cut first.
re: playing with my heartstrings, I’m weeping now. I have been doing that with so much ease this weekend so thank you for making it feel warm in this moment. I’m happy that you could resonate and I pray for a healing for you.
so much love your way. head intact, remain strong.
I have contemplated publishing this particular subject after having chosen to be a writer who bleeds so publicly on so many occasions. today feels like the one to let this go because the cycle cannot repeat once more. I cannot carry another 7 years of torment at the hands of man.
I learnt, 7 years ago to believe in something bigger than me, to believe in a higher love because something supernatural saw me through. as a young woman, it has proved foolish to place all love, hopes, dreams and trust in something that owns flesh because it has the physical power to let you down and that let down can ruin you. it is so frustrating to wake up every morning and remember that you became typical. had I come across something like this back then, it could’ve changed the course of my thinking and the careless decisions that followed causing hurt on the self. I write this for the little girl who was recently broken and deserves a healing. I write because I beg you to save yourself and not drown in a constant pool of pain, of resentment, of damage on others, of damage on yourself. I swear with all me that it is worth it to let. this. go.
I learnt 7 years ago, that when a man violates you, it has the ability to change the way you react and respond to men in the worst way and this is more than a statistic. it is the most intense thing one can feel other than love and it is very difficult to rationalize. I have spent the past 7 years trying to recover, trying to shift perspective, trying not to blame, or be bitter, trying to unfeel and today it hurts me just as bad as it did then because I didn’t take the time to heal when I needed to and I chose to run from it. I write this because I urge you to be still, to feel, to cry, to hurt, to be angry, to confront and to let. it. go. before it lets you go. I write this because I don’t want you to make the mistake of hurting yourself as a result of this. Of letting your body belong to multitudes of men before they have the opportunity to mishandle you. I write this because girls will look at your failures of choices and hate you and actively pursue you and it will ruin you. I write this because you will feel so alone physically if you do not take your time out to heal. You watch me and you call me strong, and you call me admirable and you wonder why their words don’t hurt me and baby the truth is, they do but there are daggers sharper than that that have pierced through my skin and I promise you, this resilience takes so much work and I wish it was sunshine instead.
I’m so sorry that this had to be your story, and the story of a million girls who will never tell you. heal now, and live with less regrets later. forgive him, love yourself, and spread the good word to others.