… because sometimes you do have to die inside a little in order to be reborn into the strongest, wisest, most authentic version of yourself so you can leave this world a little better than you found it. For the record, and for those of you who care to know, this guy really did die once upon a time, only to be reborn into the living phoenix he truly is. Soul of my soul is what Ivan Moody is to me, and I’ll forever be grateful for all the ways both his music and his “phoenix” changed my life for the better.
Hi everyone, it’s me, Cat! I’m Fifty-TWO-Good-To-Be-True, a divine apostrophe, a giant mystery, and myself a living phoenix. Good GRIEF, how in actual Heaven will any of you people ever be able to make a single bit of sense out of me? Not gonna lie, seeing this gift I had made for one of my favorite ghosts of all resting on that spot behind him literally made my day. I’ve kinda got Ivan’s six. I’VE TOTALLY GOT HIS SIX!
Phoenixes don’t fall – WE RISE – and we always stick together, even when we’re flying solo!