I do apologize. I’ve been MIA…and it’s because I have been completely indulged in photography as a new creative outlet. Do pardon me, and all of my joy…wish me luck on this journey. I will create a tag for photography for those who care to tag along..if it starts consuming my blog in it’s entirety I’ll create a separate one for photography.
Shot this in a small shop in Chinatown, in downtown DC. In that moment for me, they were everything right in the world. Love, color, and acceptance, holding hands on a crowded display table. This shot has me thinking about doing a series called shelf narratives. I suppose we will see.
You don’t have to worry. I know you have a tendency to do that when the threat of love, conflict, disappointment, or disapproval work their way into your life. But don’t fret. I have been here since the very beginning. I watched you beg for love, friendship, and acceptance. I watched you express yourself through various channels. I watched you cry and fight for visibility. I watched you put in conscious effort over time to be a better woman, mother, sister and friend. I know better than anyone the fear that you live with. This consuming idea that without love from outside sources, that your life will be barren, and you’ll be miserable. Do not allow yourself to internalize this idea. As its complete bullshit.Continue reading →
Sooooo…I wanted to try something different. Today I listened to a song and tried to recreate the tone of the song in a piece of writing. The song that inspired this freewrite is called “Desparado by Azaelia Banks”. It’s an interesting song and I wanted to be pushed out of my comfort zone. It was really fun to write since this isn’t normally the type of thing that I write about. This was the result:
Ryan had called Nali and told her to meet him at club Syx. He had been distant the past few weeks. He was easily distracted by modeling shoots and multiple strip clubs. She decided she wouldn’t change. The dress she got rejected in was a little black number…chic and clean. The casting director announced she was too fat for the spread. She knew she was…she was already back up 115 pounds. She thought about calling the girls and telling them to meet her at Syx, but decided against it. If she invited them she would have to tell them that she didn’t get the job, their eyes would have brightened, hearing of the potential new jobs on the market. She tossed her phone in her purse and called a cab. Continue reading →
2014 was probably the best adult year I have ever had. I got my first salary job, I started casually dating for the first time, I made a budget that I could actually afford to stick to, I opened a savings account, I bought my acoustic guitar, I bought a new car, and I began building my wardrobe. These things probably seem incredibly ordinary, and hey, it’s because they are.
Soooo…I have been wanting to write another blog post for the longest time now… but it seems that all of the changes and turns my life has taken over the past two months have resulted in one of the most serious cases of writers block I have ever encountered. I have been letting this block keep me from posting anything because I was worried it would prevent me from even communicating any of my thoughts clearly. However, since it is taking entirely too long to pass I thought I’d say screw it and do a simple honest post. These are 21 random truths about my life and self at this current moment. Continue reading →
Lilly peeked out of the windows for what felt like the millionth time in the last 30 seconds. After confirming once more that her parents were still away she ran into their room and began searching the drawers. Her body made the decision to act before she truly weighed the possible consequences. It was now or never. Continue reading →
He houses love in it’s most authentic state…giving all of himself consistently. Sometimes I wonder how he never manages to run out of “self” to give. I always believed that productive love needs to be fed it’s own energy by another source in order to survive. I know I don’t replenish him the way he must need to be replenished, as my love is a moving love. His love is stagnant. Sitting comfortably in his core… Ever present, unmoved and unchanging. I am often overwhelmed by it.