Having this outlet in which to untangle a decade of knotted thoughts weaving in and out of my mind has been the best kind of refuge. Sometimes, the only way to organize and sort through my (usually dramatic and anxiety-driven) consciousness. Celebrating the successes of being a twenty-something. Climbing out of a horribly toxic relationship. Learning how to best represent myself to the ever-changing...

oh hey. remember me? I used to fancy myself a blogger. ...but I've been more than just a little preoccupied for the past month. weightless--floating on a proverbial cloud, cheeks sore from the perma-grin, so teeming with the purest, sweetest of joys I could absolutely explode. we're engaged and busily planning our dream wedding for autumn. we can't freaking wait to share our love story with...

Let's talk relationships. Specifically bad ones. It's not really a secret that I've navigated some toxic relationships. If you've hung with me here longer than a couple years, you probably could've gleaned that already. And if we're keeping track, let's just say I spent roughly the entirety of my twenties with guys I absolutely had no business spending time with. And in an effort to be utterly...

I told you earlier this week that I'd much prefer to chase myself some goals, and sort of recoil at the whole premise of "resolutions". I think a balance of modest and grandiose is a good mix to aim for, and crafted together a list of 19 to commemorate the year. Put together a photo book of 2018--especially documenting our trips and chronicling the everyday routines that stick out in my mind...

via the lovely mari andrew. We made it!! January one. New year, clean slate, fresh start--all of the colloquialisms you can shake a stick at. "Resolution" has such an ominous, demanding tone--and I fancy myself more "goal-minded" anyway. You've got to throw some intentionality at whatever you're chasing to make progress in this life--you can't will change to just happen. Writing down your goals...