forget, forgive, begin again.

birthday weekend!


Tomorrow is my birthday! 
And tonight is my birthday party. 
I share my party, as I have for the past two years, with two of my best guy friends, Taylor and Adam, who have birthdays one and three days after mine. There should be lots of fun, laughing and dancing. Tomorrow we leave to go camping for the night with a pretty big group of some of the best people I know. 
I am a pretty lucky girl.

small moments


I think I fall a little in love with people when I catch them in small moments, when they think no one’s looking at them, when they absently twirl a strand of hair between their fingers, when they lick their thumb to turn a page in a book. There’s something beautiful about a person who is lost in a thought, or adjusting their shirt, or is scratching a phantom itch on their arm, or even someone who is looking at someone else like I am looking at them.




"I didn't want to kiss you goodbye,
that was the trouble,
I wanted to kiss you goodnight." 
 -Ernest Hemingway





i keep finding the windows.

in each and every room.
I cant stop looking out.
looking for something.
looking for more.
I want the unknown.
I want the possibilities.
I want the adventures.

I felt it.
I felt it so many times,
and so intensely.
just last week.
On the road,
with the windows down,
wind singing in my ears,
surrounded by people I love.
I remember feeling it.
feeling it deep within my bones.
thinking this is it.
this is the feeling of being alive.

Ive been chasing that feeling for days.
but it feels like years.

the road is life

“Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; 
we had longer ways to go. 
But no matter, the road is life.” 
– Jack Kerouac

image taken somewhere in CO


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a folding, umbrellalike, fabric device for allowing a person, to float down safely through the air from a great height.

“But it’s hard to stay mad when there’s so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once and it’s too much. My heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst. And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can’t feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life.” — American Beauty