Thursday, January 5, 2017

tires on wet pavement

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You pick me up and take me home again
Head out the window again
We're hollow like the bottles that we drain
You drape your wrists over the steering wheel
Pulses can drive from here
We might be hollow, but we're brave.

I love these roads where the houses don't change, 
where we can talk like there's something to say,
I'm glad that we stopped kissing the tar on the highway,
we move in the tree streets, I'd like it if you stayed. 
— 400 Lux, Lorde
I roll the window down
And then begin to breathe in
The darkest country road
And the strong scent of evergreen
From the passenger seat as you are driving me home.
— Passenger Seat, Death Cab for Cutie

Sunday, January 1, 2017

a goodbye to 2016, a hello to 2017

Dear 2016,

Friday, December 30, 2016

words for a new year


life is too short to not wear the cheetah print coat. that letter grade on a piece of paper or that number you see on the scale below you doesn't tell me anything about who you really are, so try not to let it define you. take more time for the things that make you feel good. be kind to yourself, especially on the days when it's hard to face the world. make peace with the mistakes you made last year. be like emily gilmore and learn to be okay with saying goodbye to the things that no longer bring you joy. buy the damn lipstick and feel unstoppable. forgive others and forgive yourself—life is too short to spend time at war with anyone, and that includes a war with yourself. shine together by supporting others and their work. pack away the things that have hindered and hurt you this year in a box and with a sharpie, write 2016: see you later on the side. stand on your tippy-toes and reach high and place it on a shelf in a closet that you never really use. now stand back and remind yourself that the year is over and you survived. you can leave the past in the past. you can control when you decide to pull that box back down and revisit the things inside. know that healing is not a single destination, but an on-going, lifelong process. allow your brokenness to carve you into a person that helps and heals; you can run your fingers along where you've been hurt and let others who are hurting see the light pour out.

and lastly, please remember that people need people; stretch your arms out and reach for them. 
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Tuesday, December 27, 2016

you never shined so brightly

“A rush. A glance. A touch. A dance. A look in somebody’s eyes to light up the skies, to open the world, then send me reeling. A voice that says I’ll be here, and you’ll be alright.”
— City of Stars, La La Land
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