a small adventure to capture some stars on a monday night
A journal on a mini-adventure to see and capture some stars on a monday night
a place to offload my thoughts and write about my life with you
A journal on a mini-adventure to see and capture some stars on a monday night
i walked past a blooming golden wattle tree i was thinking about all the things i have left to do in life switching between doomscrolling on my phone and scrolling through possibilities in my brain of everything i don't have or will never have or have now lost before i even found it but the way the the smell of the wattles filled my breath it changed my mind i instantly smiled i turned back and…
my experience of three nights of live music that consisted of moshing, driving, crying, dancing, and singing
in a sea of souls i felt like i was swimming crashing like gentle waves the sea spray of others' sweat on me i see smiles i see friends i see contorted faces i see the weight of existence i see someone wailing all the pain seemed to disappear for a moment as i swam in this sacred water tonight and i surrendered to its currents thank you deafheaven thank you sea of souls
recently, i've found myself losing myself
a collection of photos and feelings related to tasmanian botanical gardens
Striving to do everything alone isn't strength- it's self-punishment disguised as freedom. My best memories all happened because of people and groups.
a ghost self-drifting, hoping to find beauty in the world once again
staring into the chasm of what could have been
My friend paints my nails, we gossip, and I unlock a new major life skill?