to all the rezzies i've loved beforeThey say the third time’s the charm, but after three years of college, it seems like my luck hasn’t run out. Living as a junior in an all...
snippet from the throne room~just a little ditty I wrote for National Day of Prayer <3 Love and be loved~ There’s God, sitting in his throne room, so big that all I...
infatuation i believe in mornings i believe in rigid finger tips and red noses in ears hidden under beanies and the dragon puff of breath as the...
feather's restThe past three years have been marked by movement and constantly trying to do and be better and only stopping to rest for a hot second...
walking betweenMy room is a time capsule. Everything that happens here seems to stay here, seems to exist in a neat vacuum I call mine. Inside my room,...
anniversary specialhave let walk away. To the ones I have yet to meet and whom I have yet to learn about and be with. And to my friends now. My boiling...
on letters to incarcerated peopleDo something with lasting importance. Not something that will blow like chaff in the wind. But something meaningful. And important....
easterThe stone rolled away, the folded linens spell one word: redeemed. The holes in his hands sign that we are – she is—loved beyond anything...
cotton candy skiesSometimes I feel like if I can reach high enough, I can tear off part of a cloud, and for a moment, I can trick myself into thinking that...
crayola crayonsCrayola crayons line the streets of San Francisco. They’re not really crayons, of course, but sitting in the back seat, shoulder...
