Sunday, May 29, 2011

tuesday afternoons consist of cracked coffee cups and a sense of belonging in a room full of like-minded people bound together by one love, one vice; one unrelenting desire to write.


young and alive and meandering through the city to find a dress that I can't show you yet
but just you wait

sister took this of me/the wall

the fish were actually alive

nothing like a good nosebleed

the last few photos from the first adventure of the season

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

(there's still one roll of this trip yet to come)

this weekend made me feel young and old in the best kind of ways. it reminded that no matter where I am, I'm not stuck and I don't have to stay. there are people who will run away with me, even if it's just for a weekend in a tent with nothing more than campfire toast and s'mores and sleeping bags. it's enough to remember how to feel alive, like the whole world is still at our fingertips. it's good to be in love with life again. <3