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journal thirty-eight.

who are we without the people we love? one of my favorite things is standing in airport arrivals. seeing family and friends unite. hugs of I haven’t seen you in so long, and I’m so glad you’re here. wonder in the eyes of faces taking in a new city for the first time. it feelsContinue reading “journal thirty-eight.”

journal thirty-five.

not another one think about how those will look when you are older if my body must carry these scars of my youth and will be marked by age why can I not choose what reminders I carry why can I not choose art – my body is a canvas and I will be theContinue reading “journal thirty-five.”

journal thirty-four.

What is your love language? I’ve taken that test a thousand times over I’ve sent it to all my friends and ex-lovers I used to think quality time is what I desired But acts of service is up there I’ve discovered Is that what it’s called when you adopt a love of mine? Take timeContinue reading “journal thirty-four.”

journal thirty-three.

fall hard while you’re young. let the ground scrape your knees yet again. build calluses around your knuckles and finger tips. lose yourself in the mall with the fear to never be found. forget where you placed your favorite baby blanket, the one you carry with you everywhere. let yourself hurt. so when you areContinue reading “journal thirty-three.”

journal thirty-one.

If you could document your life, how would you do it? Would you journal? Would you vlog? Paste pictures together in a scrapbook to create a collage? Would you write songs of the days you laughed and the nights you cried—for both you to look back on and your successors to use as a guide?Continue reading “journal thirty-one.”

journal thirty.

Everyone I have loved, I’ve loved in years. 2020 was the first. Naive and innocent, it saw the world behind doe-eyes. It was the process of learning to walk but wanting to run while knowing no guidance had been written yet. 2021 was electric. The taste of something new, something different. It was high inContinue reading “journal thirty.”

journal twenty-eight.

You make me feel so special and, sometimes, I don’t know what to do with all that love Don’t get me wrong, I’m pretty self confident, but am I deserving of that enough? The more memories I make with you, the more I seem to worry I get caught up in my head, but youContinue reading “journal twenty-eight.”

journal twenty-six.

It’s all in your head My mom would say Leave me standing there To wipe my own tears away I hated that phrase That mindset of hers That my problems were my own Problems to unturn Because I swear they did it Yes, they did it to me He left me on read Made meContinue reading “journal twenty-six.”

journal twenty-five.

It’s so rare—for someone to be doing something they love, like truly, truly love. I love that about concerts, watching live music. That all of these musicians found that for themselves. Performing in front of hundreds of fans. These people willing to stand through crowds and sweat and thirst to support the passions and hopesContinue reading “journal twenty-five.”