1. Describe yourself by the objects you surround yourself with.
My Canon 6D camera, various crystals, one of my 5 notebooks to write in, books of all shapes and sizes and genres, music devices (whether it be an ipod, CD player, or radio). swimwear, and sand...not exactly an object, but I seem to be constantly surrounded by it.Read More
Interview with Liam WartonRead More
one by one,
you collected my limbs and
carried them into the forest–
planted me between sun spots
and woven dialect,
and i think you are the product
of the lovemaking of trees.
you don’t know hard hard it is
to stare at these flowers
without thinking of you
you don’t know how sad it is
to watch the sunset
and all i see is you
and even if i watch it
over and over again
there’s no way i can get to you
and there’s no way
we can be together
So come to the pond,
or the river of your imagination,
or the harbor of your longing,
and put your lips to the world.
— Mary Oliver, from “Mornings at Blackwater,” in Red BirdRead More
"We didn't need a story, we didn't need a real world
We just had to keep walking
And we became the stories, we became the places
We were the lights, the deserts, the faraway worlds
We were you before you even existed" - M83 - Intro
‘I love myself’.
— nayyirah waheedRead More
Love flowers best in openness and freedom
I want to live in the small spaces between big thoughts, no matter how cramped it is there. I want to sit and learn how to feel more passionate, more creative, more inspired. I want see the instant love is sparked and born. I am tired of the passing time, of the sullen seconds slipping. I want to watch the first thoughts blossom before they flow, I want to learn from them how to finally start.
She was a moon flower,
only blooming at night.
She never would let
anyone close enough
to see her true light.
— i.c.Read More
I do not ask for a lot.
I only ask that my soul be loved completely, genuinely and unapologetically, and that I may find a soul to love this way in return.
I do not ask for a lot, I ask for it all.Read More
Plain, polished, and frozen fashion photography is a thing of the past. Pristine skin marred with scars and imperfect features have become signs of distinction; the beauty standards that once were are being demolished.Read More
in the flood
which has yet to come
I’m tied up
in the prison
which has yet to exist
All the words I have yet to
meet keep me up at night,
like small swimming ghosts,
asking me to paint them a
The first time you left, I hid your things in the crawl space behind my door. you found them and unpacked them and I let you back in without question. you wrote letters on my walls in black marker and they still won’t go away.
I tend towards excess,
thirteen was a ripe year,
the unbuttoning of flesh,
I still look for her.
In the dusk and the shadows
And the starless sky, I look for her–
The girl, who believed in magic and
Ghosts and faeries and monsters.
.. sometimes it feels like the moon is whispering to you to leave it all behind, and you are learning to dance among the stars, and somehow, the word ‘free’ sounds different on your tongue now, and it is something you are no longer afraid to say, that you are falling in love with the universe, and you think that ...Read More
It is indeed amazing that no matter how miserable life is, there’s always something that puts a little smile on your face. There are things that distract you from fully breaking apart.Read More