Words use to follow me when there was red residue on my lips and liquid sloshing around my glass. But then I stopped drinking. Words use to follow me when the creaking of the inside of the moving bus became a soothing lull and I fell deep into daydreams when I was lucky enough to … Continue reading sixteen.
I was told that when a succulents’ turgid leaves start to die, you pick them. When the leaves are dying, the succulent starts to send most of its nutrients to the dying leaves in an attempt to revive them, leaving the healthy ones to wilt. If there is one thing I have fashioned these past … Continue reading sf, chapter five
I grew up reading letters from others about how lonely, lonely can get. What they didn’t tell me was how much I would enjoy it. They didn’t tell me that I would prefer it. That it comforted me, that it let me stay in my own comfort of mind. No one told me that loneliness … Continue reading sf, chapter three | one year edition
What I can’t tell my mother is that I ate half of a slice of pizza tonight. That I don’t want to be anything when I grow up. That I don’t want to choose between myself and myself with a partner. Because they are two different selves. That I don’t want to ever cut my … Continue reading What I can’t tell my mother.
I couldn’t be more in love with the session I had with Rachel & Drew. Their home was seriously the perfect place to portray who they are as people. Kind, warm and full of life. I adored the two from the moment I met them. Hilariously funny, sarcastic and two of the nicest people I’ve … Continue reading R & D
You ask me to give up my Saturday morning for your early yearning. A selfish act won’t earn me back. Continue reading Saturday Morning.