Blooming remains

Five years ago, I was out in Barcelona studying abroad and sending photos of my experiences and adventures to my ex. I prefaced my photos with: Sorry, I'm horrible at taking pictures. He immediately responded: You are brilliant and everything you do is fucking fantastic. I blushed at that, so aware of my melting heart,… Continue reading Blooming remains

I told my mom I’m dating a non-male

Me: Mom, I have something to tell you. Mom: What? Silence Me: It's kind of hard to say. Mom: What? Silence Mom: Just say it. Me: I know... but... Silence Me: I'm dating someone Silence Me: Not a man Mom: ? Me: I'm dating that friend I brought over a couple months ago Silence Mom:… Continue reading I told my mom I’m dating a non-male

Eyes, soul, heart – 51/100

Her eyes, so piercing and inviting, soul, so wild and free heart, so open and willing. The depth both scares and draws, like a moth to flame dancing to possible death There's nothing to do but leap, jump that cliff, challenge gravity, defy the emptiness of failed connections. Thoughts, feelings, decisions feel seemingly recklessness until… Continue reading Eyes, soul, heart – 51/100

Too different, a little wild, then and now – 39/100

A guy once said he wouldn't date me because I was too different, a little wild. At the time, I was offended because I really really liked him - a lot. Like a lot lot. I could not understand what he saw, why he didn't see what I saw, or wanted to see. That we'd… Continue reading Too different, a little wild, then and now – 39/100