“She Said I Never Wanna Fall In Love” (A Playlist.)
For 10:38pm, cold drives, wine in mugs, and slow hugs.
Read MoreAuthor: ashleyfaith
Them.
I liked him because he chose me when I would definitely not have chosen myself.
He liked me because I stood for everything he was not.
Read MoreExcerpts on miscellaneous things.
She tells me she is feeling better, with a smile on her face and a voice that does not falter, and I believe her. I believe her and I listen to the words as they roll off her tongue and I feel as though I am better myself.
Read MoreOn things that start to scare you.
And he said of course you’d rather be in love, as though there was no possibility that he was wrong, and I felt my heart falter as if it said, would I though?
Read MoreNYE.
Needless to say, you drink a little more than a little, and you spend an entire night laughing and watching people’s eyes light up behind the flicker of a sparkler, and you’ve got a moment you’re going to want to hang on to for a while…
Read MoreThe house on the corner with the blue porch – the one that’s now been painted white.
It hasn’t been my home for about 4 years now. It’s been my pit-stop, my in-between living place, my limbo, and more than anything, my parent’s house.
Read MoreExcerpts from the ‘notes’ section of my phone x2
I guess that’s the risk you take if you sleep with a writer – you end up in their stories.
Read MoreA Year In Review (or something like that)
January 1st, 2016. I woke up with sore feet, in a tinsel-littered home, next to two close friends of mine. And then somehow, an entire year has passed from then until now, and I’m about to enter into 2017 and I can’t tell you quite yet how I’ll be waking up on tomorrow morning, but I am sure I will let you know soon.
Read MoreCotty2016
We said it was going to be cold – like really cold – like pack only warm clothes and then some more kinda cold. But you still imagine that a cottage must be warmer than the unprotected air outside, until you get there.
Read MorePurity rings, anxiety, & stepping into your own footprints even if you trip.
I’ve wanted to write this for a while, I think. Or at least I’ve considered writing about it for a while, and I’ve written a paragraph or so and then abandoned it for several months at a time. Because aside from the fear of how personal this could get, how many people actually want to […]
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Love, Ashley. 