love on the rocks

my brother and sister-in-law on their wedding day over two years ago.
their happiness was so infectious.
i just can't help it. i love love.

BFFL

stephie and i took these (self-timer) photos when she visited a few weeks ago.
having a best friend is the most refreshing feeling. we can read each others minds.
it's freaky in the best way.

photobooth

i've never been in a photo booth. one day soon.
i remember finding a photo strip once that my dad and older brother had taken when phil was only 9 or so, back in richard's modeling days. it was priceless.

circle of love

today is a good day.
i played hookie to get ready for steph's arrival and have a date function tonight.
now, if only i could go read my new real simple in this bright corner for a few minutes.
life feels good right now.

charms away

I want this charm bracelet so badly. It will jingle, jangle and catch the light.
Charms remind me of childhood, but this ones feel older to me. The vintage charms have seen someone else through their playground scuffles.

Is it ready to see me through my post love limbo?

spring has sprung

all of the trees on davis field have started to bloom.
i always say i love the fall -- i love the chunky sweaters, the leaves changing, and the snuggling up with a cup of tea -- but, every spring i can't help but be swayed by the birth of something new.

five months!

it's official!
helllloooo london!

opposites attract

unique/generic


risk/safety


open/closed

spin me around

my world is spinning as our laughter bounces off the stars
we tilt and twirl together
through the ups and downs
highs and lows
and curves

"I don't want to fall."
"We won't."

suddenly
the whirling stops
and the stars still vibrate from our delight

we are squished together as our world is shifted
and, the abrupt calm brings our closeness apart
our thighs no longer press against each other
our elbows no longer prod

"I thought I'd fall."
"You were safe."

then,
we start to twirl again
except,
this time it is just us twirling
alone,
together
under the stars


it began at a carnival when i was 15.
it was like a story book.

home.

when i started this blogging experiment i was the definition of broken, and i hoped a creative outlet like this would let me feel whole.
but then i got scared that this would be too much of a window into my supposed incompleteness.

i stayed away from words and instead found comfort in images and others creative genius.
no more. i'm building myself again, from the bottom up.


i will be happy in my own skin with my own genius. this will be documentation of that.