the trees are skeletons

cold days

colder nights

the wind is whistling louder than before… i listen

my heart is still heavy

i am always cold

the trees are skeletons and i smile at the irony of my similar heart:
bones of protection around something somehow still beating…

pushing me onward to something

anything

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anything to make you smile

We’re reeling through an endless fall
We are the ever-living ghost of what once was

happy thanksgiving

in pictures:









sunday afternoons

are meant for spending with friends
are meant for crisp weather
are meant for long, lazy hours
are meant for pretending we’re somewhere else
are meant for secrets
are meant for playing dress up
are meant for laughing
are meant for eating more than we should
are meant for golden lighting
are meant for using coupons… confusingly
are meant for lessons
are meant for wine instead of grape juice
are meant for holding still
are meant for red lipstick and pink cheeks
are meant for capturing
are meant for remembering… and loving
are meant for making sure they don’t disappear with the sun

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the beach

has a different kind of air… and it’s not just the saltiness.
there’s a freedom in the air.
almost like magic.
time stops
and i’m pretty sure the whole world slows down…
and what’s funny to me –
is that i rarely notice it
until i’m gone.
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i’ve always felt

like a square peg

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in a round hole
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until now

happy birthday!

to my best friend:
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you can see the rest of her birthday pictures (that i may or may not have insisted upon taking) here  <3

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