On 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?
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NYE.
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 […]
Read MoreTwo-Faced.
Do you remember when we would complain that our friends were two-faced? That they had different versions of themselves, that would come to life depending on who they were around? At the time it seemed like a terrible thing, and we tried to justify our actions to declare our one-faced selves. How terribly off we must’ve been.
Read MoreThings we misinterpret.
My questions at 2am and my hand in your hair does not mean “tell me where this is going,” it means, “I like listening to what you have to say and I don’t think enough of us take time to enjoy the small and temporary things.”
Read MoreHome for the Holidays
Home is not four walls and the house I grew up in. Home is the way I felt when I got off the plane and stepped into their arms.
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Love, Ashley. 