I tried not to sleep for two days once, hoping the same would happen to me, but I feel too much to stay awake for that long.
The photos on your phone will never amount to the emotion that rushes through you in the moment.
shot in may/june/july, developed in september. “we unclip our life jackets and dive under, pushing our hair back.”
Finding sugar in the folds of our sheets the next morning. I think, sometimes, I forget how to be 15.
the day I turned 15 – notes on feeling out of place, twirling under streetlamps and waitresses with pink hair.
“It doesn’t have to be a country or city, it can be a room or a person. I feel like I have more than one home.”
mostly straight out of a 2am journal entry, this is an exploration into the self. read while listening to a bon iver record.