Two friends of mine.
Tornado’s and heartbreak and people that are made up of more than they have accounted for.
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A collection of kisses.
TMI.
Read MoreOn Wednesday’s, the sun shines.
Early in the semester, and yet still caught up in large amounts things to do, my friend and I concluded that Wednesday afternoons would always be a time when we could see each other, even if we weren’t able to the rest of the week. We both have class later in the afternoon, so we […]
Read MoreIntro to Ashley Faith.
What we’re here for.
Read MoreLost, but not quite.
Not, not lost.
Read MoreWhen your head is still above the water but you are getting quite tired.
July 2016 Slowly, over time, you learn the difference between the things that make you feel alive, and the things that cage you up. And you compare yesterday’s with today’s and get caught up over greener grasses that are now far away. But nothing is permanent. So you make a couple decisions that you learn […]
Read MoreGrowing Pains
On taking everything you’ve left with you, like stains on your finger tips.
Read MoreWhat it feels like you love you.
On loving and learning to breathe.
Read MoreThe Lines We Drew (Had Cracks in Them)
May 2016. We draw lines all the time. Outlining shapes in the sand that are constantly prone to shifting; we draw boundaries around ourselves with sticks that break and leave splinters in the beds of our finger tips. This is how we become somebody. Or rather, the cracks within the lines we drew, those are our becoming. […]
Read MoreWhat to look for.
When you’re looking in all the wrong places, until you’re not.
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Love, Ashley. 