I thought about you last week,

and the sky didn’t collapse, the walls didn’t cave in, and the air didn’t become heavy. they said that day would come; the ones who shouldered my sadness when you left. I didn’t… Continue reading →

a love letter to life.

I’ve found a magic out of you, the kind you find in the first fall dance of the leaves, or in the way the wind rustles through the trees. a magic I’ve tried… Continue reading →

like blueberry pancakes.

there’s a Warsan Shire quote I’ve got shedding light on a heart that has spent more time questioning what a warm love feels like than experiencing — “I hope I’ll always believe in… Continue reading →

from the highway.

I’ve had a string of yellow flowers hanging from my rearview mirror for three cars, six years, and 80,000 miles. which is kind of ironic as I’ve painted the past every color but… Continue reading →