Relentlessly self-aware.
I did about as much growing up here as I did anywhere else but when places like the house I grew up in became suffocating the cottage was always a refuge. Never quite tarnished no matter what happened up here, the cottage was safety and security, and even when it wasn’t, it was peaceful.
Read MoreWe’re all just trying to get around with the lights off.
Read MoreI am sick of you’ll be fine’s, as if I don’t already know I will, and I am walking with arms wide open even if sometimes my palms are sweaty or my fists are clenched.
Read MoreOne day, I will look in the mirror less, but when I daydream I will imagine working on someone who still resembles the person I see, rather than the one I have made up. This could be what 22 is all about.
Read MoreI get scared that while there is nothing wrong with walking at a different pace, I might get tired of feeling like I am walking alone.
Read MoreThe body is an interesting place to live in,
and mine has not always held the comfort of a home.
University is a synonym. Is it not? It’s a synonym for the years that we are able to categorize ourselves as students.
Read MoreOn being young, on getting hurt, on doing the hurting, on watching your friends get hurt, on the things that come up in ‘girl talk’…
Read MoreHere’s my current study playlist – my ‘I’m either nostalgic or ready for summertime (or both)’ playlist – that probably does very little to help me study.
Read MoreDeclaration of poor study habits, a few late night thoughts, and miscellaneous songs from a study playlist.
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Love, Ashley. 