Everything. All at once. Right now.
I can’t juggle. But I try to every single day.
Read MoreRelentlessly self-aware.
I can’t juggle. But I try to every single day.
Read MoreIf you ever decide to ask why, my answer will be: my arms were too tired.
Read MoreSomething clicked in the rain, in the crowded club, in the stillness of an afternoon spent in. We had stopped trying to do everything, we had barely done much of anything, and yet it felt like we had conquered something big.
Read More18 things for finding our way in 2018. (or something like that)
Read MoreI accept myself unconditionally right now.
Read MoreA 20 euro canal cruise and a Harry hiding under the table.
Read MoreI can live in a lot of places, but limbo isn’t often one of them. And if you’ve read anything on here before, this is probably old news.
Read MoreI’m pretty sure that last New Year’s Eve was only a couple of months ago. But I’m also certain that what has happened throughout this past year surpasses what could possibly fit into 12 months. And so this year must have been a lot longer and a lot shorter than most typical years and while that is not possible I am telling you, it must be.
Read MoreBut sometimes,
I feel like I didn’t get both.
I feel like I got half of each.
And it wasn’t enough.
He will tell you what the bottle felt like in his hands
And the day that he finally put it down.