“If You Have Been Brutally Broken, But Still Have The Courage To Be Gentle To Others Then You Deserve

oh, the places you'll go.

a list of places I want to travel to before I die

USA:

Alaska -

Arizona (Phoenix) - ✓ 2019

California (San Fran, San Diego, L.A.) - 

Colorado -

Florida (Orlando) - ✓ - 2020

Georgia (Atlanta) - 

Hawaii (Honolulu) - 

Kentucky (Louisville) - 

Louisiana (New Orleans) -

New York (NYC & Manhattan) - ✓ - 2018

Nevada (Las Vegas) -

Texas (Austin, Dallas, Houston) - 

Utah (Salt Lake City) - 

Washington (Seattle) - 

Washington D.C. - ✓ - 2017

Canada:

Banff - 

Toronto - ✓ - 2024

Mexico:

Cancún -

Mexico City -

Asia:

Japan (Tokyo, Kyoto, & Osaka) - ✓ - 2023

South Korea (Busan & Seoul) - 

Europe:

Austria (Vienna) - 

Denmark -

Finland -

France (Paris) - ✓ - 2022

Germany (Hamburg & Berlin) - ✓ - 2022

Greece (Athens, Santorini, Mykonos) -

Iceland (Reykjavík) -

Ireland (Dublin) -

Italy (Rome, Amalfi, & Venice) - 

Netherlands (Amsterdam) - 

Norway -

Scotland -

Sweden - 

Switzerland (Bern) - 

U.K. (London, Manchester, Birmingham) - 

South America:

Peru (Machu Picchu) -

Brazil (Rio de Janeiro) - 

Misc Islands:

Australia (Sydney) - 

New Zealand -

Bahamas - ✓ - 2024

Costa Rica - 

Fiji -

Jamaica - ✓ - 2024

Haiti - ✓ - 2024

Tahiti (Bora Bora) -

𝔊𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔠 ℭ𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔩𝔰

Soulmates arent just lovers – theyre friends too. Your soulmates naturally recognize you, vibe with you & align with you. They understand you, appreciate you, support you, love you, heal with you & grow with you. They make you feel beautiful in your own skin just for being YOU.

‘don’t you forget about dying’ 🕸️

Virginia Woolf, from her novel titled "The Waves," originally published in 1931

a blessing yet a curse to be someone who feels everything so deeply.

Sometimes you need to sleep, sleep a lot. Not to escape, but to rest your soul from your feelings. Because everything, absolutely everything devours you. Completely.

—Brain

"You were always my dearest undoing, my sweetest punishment. I would choose death by a thousand cuts if they came from your blade. Lick my blood from my fingers and taste my devotion, my darling, while my lost soul kneels by your feet."

-words I can never say, pt 1

for valentine's day 🖤

the perfect pair

If one of us dies first, let it be me.

Let it be me so that I do not have to experience a world without you. I will not have to speak to people who do not know your name. I will not have to sit on the porch and try to hold on to the feeble wisps of memory carrying the scent of your hair and your sweet smile.

And when you come to meet me, we will make a home in hell or heaven, and I will whisper quiet apologies into your ears, one for every second that you had to live on without me.

Let us be buried together, and perhaps the flowers that grow over our graves will intertwine like my fingers with yours. Perhaps our shared memories will make the buds large and beautiful like your eyes, the petals buttery soft like my curls.

Perhaps the people who pluck them will feel the ache in my chest when you laugh.

If one of us dies first, let it be me, and then let us both never know a single moment without the other until the sun ceases to rise and forever loses its meaning.

I wasn't meant for casual love. Your heartbeat will be my favorite song, your eyes my favorite color, your words my favorite poem, and even your imperfections will be my favorite piece of art.

icarus

And perhaps Icarus was just a child in love. 

Perhaps he dreamed of a future that could not exist. Perhaps the blazing glory of the sun drew him in, closer, closer, until he could not see anything but that lovely light.

Perhaps as he fell, he did not regret the loss of his life, but instead the coldness that washed over his limbs once the sun’s embrace no longer cradled him gently.

I first wrote Icarus off as a pathetic fool whose hubris led him farther than his mortal body could handle. Someone who had freedom in his grasp and chose to give it all up for a childish dream. After all, it is nothing but idiocy to have everything in one hand and throw it away for nothing in the other.

I did not understand until many years later, when I stared into your eyes, that even if the sun burned me I would choose death rather than losing it. The cold depths of the sea were preferable to never knowing the sound of your voice.

I would have let our fingers touch once, twice, and felt the pain of a thousand knives in my heart rather than pull away. 

The brush of your hand was both the wound and the knife that tore it open again and again.

Loving you was worth the pain. Loving you was worth the missed calls and the late-night texts and the inexplicable distance between us, even though we were barely five feet apart.

I watched you from afar and thought,

Perhaps Icarus too, was just a child in love.