T.G.I.F everyone! I know my blog has been quite silent this month, but I'm back and with some exciting news too! Before I get into detail, I would also like to mention that it was my parents 25th anniversary this Valentines day and my sisters and I threw got together and threw them a surprise… Continue reading Day 47 of 365
Greetings! A big hello to you and to February, a nice warm welcome to the New Year! So much to look forward to this month, here's my to-do list: Start my Spring of 2018 semester (and make friends this time). Take new headshots! Start back up at the gym. (Slowly, but permanently). Make business cards… Continue reading Day 34 of 365
Yesterday morning, I woke up to a text from a friend that read, I want to know how to love. My first concern was whether or not I should have an answer for him, seeing as I write about love so frequently, but in all honesty, what did I know about knowing how to love?… Continue reading Day 22 of 365
His favorite artist became his second when he met me, and I hope for my own benefit that he still thinks of me that way even though we are long past meeting. And long past loving. Separation and time really makes you wonder what parts of the relationship was truly genuine and which parts were… Continue reading what is love if it’s not genuine?
You were all I ever needed, You were all I thought was good, Until good became a question, But letting you go, I never could. So I tried to make it better, But better wasn't enough, Your depression overwhelmed me, And soon it hurt to bluff. I can't handle it I told you, I could… Continue reading sometimes battles don’t make us stronger.
i once got a tattoo of a flower on my ankle because my ankle's close to the ground and thats where flowers grow and in a way it reminds me of you how you stem from your roots in the same way flowers do how you were just a seedling and before you knew it,… Continue reading if you’re a flower, i’m a flower too
The beast is real. And it manipulates the way we feel. Instead of looking for the good in people, we look for the bad and find ourselves loving them anyway. Because we're under the impression that if you don't have a story, you're not a victim to pain. As if those who get wet when it… Continue reading leave me before i get too close.