I was conceived sometime around June 1992.
I was born on my exact due date: March 25, 1993.
But it wasn’t until recently that I actually started living.
My mother says that when I was born no one was around
and she named me: Janna Lynn Powell: Gods Gracious Gift
My father was from Ireland.
My father is from Ireland.
My father is not around.
I was watching some live footage from a women’s right campaign in Seattle the other day and this woman who curates a non-profit organization for victims of rape was on the podium preaching:
YOU WERE RAPED BECAUSE YOU WERE RAPED!
NOT BECAUSE OF THE CLOTHES YOU WERE WEARING
NOT BECAUSE OF THE HAIR CUT YOU HAD
NOT BECAUSE OF WHERE YOU LIVE
OR WHAT YOU DO
BUT BECAUSE HE RAPED YOU.
AND MOST IMPORTANTLY — You. Are. More.
It was intense.
But similarly
In my own life
I like to think that
I was created because I was created.
I was abandoned because I was abandoned.
I witnessed their actions because I witnessed them.
I cannot control their actions.
I cannot control their words.
I cannot control their happiness.
I had no say in how we lived.
But once I did, I was out of there.
Because — I. Am. More.
Bunratty Castle and Folk Village (by Bill Barber)
Went to the bakery that supplies Southern California McDonald’s & La Brea Bakery with breads & pastries :]
Touring the Guinness factory tonight!
DSC_0272 by ChinatownBranch on Flickr.
““Do you still walk the streets at night, with the wandlust you fight? Back to the corner where we went our seperate ways.””
- Wanderlust by Flogging Molly
Umz, I developed my lomo film, so I’m just gonna spam a few of the shots for little, k?
This is a double exposure I took of the church in Kilmac where my grandparents lived.
