small joys –

look like coffee in my favorite mug, the sun spilling through the curtains at 6:37am, the first day after a heavy winter driving around town with the windows down. hair messy but, it… Continue reading →

4,138 days

I live for the first split seconds of morning when I am half conscious, still dreaming. I hear the hummingbirds outside the window, the wind chimes on the porch. I watch the sun… Continue reading →

to september.

I am living in a future I did not plan for. living in a future I had no intention of being around for; overwhelmed at the possibilites, sunrises, and options now laid out… Continue reading →

imagine waking up one day

when you’re 60, 70, 80 and realizing that you never went swimming on warm summer nights or enjoyed wearing the dress because your thighs jiggled or your scars showed. or you didn’t write… Continue reading →

some important truths I wish I had learned sooner –

not everyone will like you, and that’s okay. it’s enough for you to like you. you won’t always like you, and that’s okay, too. you will learn to love the pieces of you… Continue reading →

from july 21 –

if I could, I’d bottle up the way you look at me, especially first thing in the morning, and I would open it whenever I felt I needed a kiss, or a boost… Continue reading →

love languages

quality time like sitting on the kitchen counter sharing a strawberry malt; the same kind we shared on our second date, driving two hours each, each way. like dancing around the living room,… Continue reading →

from the year after.

this storm has tried to shatter me, shoved me to the ground, with bruised and bloodied knees. scratched my palms, and tried to silence my pleas. in the break in wind, and the… Continue reading →

a half-ass attempt to give myself more credit than I think I deserve most days.

the idea that whatever didn’t kill me, made me stronger is bullshit // what didn’t kill me brought me trauma // a seat in a therapists office // an avoidant attachment I’ve spent… Continue reading →

things I am still trying to forgive myself for:

the way I let myself believe that what they said was true in high school // moving seven hours away out of spite for my hometown // the semester I let myself believe… Continue reading →