Love means showing up in the unbearable moments.

With lungs filled with winter I'm waiting for a touch of the sun.

good morning February. Be gentle on us we’ve had a rough year

My armor is made of love and light

you need to believe in yourself and love yourself...like your life depends on it.

write the story worth your soul.

Purging my mom’s house of 50 years of stuff. Threw a big giveaway party for friends, then put every little thing outside and it all got taken. Families came, neighbors and wanderers came, overjoyed by the free for all. I felt light with letting go. Our house’s energy shifted.

If you’ve forgotten your power, start each day by stepping outside barefoot and raising your arms and eyes up to the sky with gratitude and intent, inhale, bring your arms in towards yourself in a swift motion of accepting energy. Turn clockwise and do this in the four directions

Nothing can prepare you for the day you realize you do not in fact look how you perceive the way you look.

girl if you need to sleep i can be the softest place on earth

Why am I still here? Dumb reason: when I hit 10k I can leave Real reason: we need to show up for each other with our positive life force more than fucking ever

sometimes the only thing you learn about reaching out, is why you should never reach out.

I don't write books to get life advice. if I did, I would title it, "I have no clue please tell me how to live my life cuz you clearly know everything from reading my chapter 1”

purging the darkness, one story at a time.

let’s have a fucking good day we’re all starving for one

walk into battle with flowers in your hair

dancing would fix the world

not right for this world not ready for the next

if you want a different story find another girl.

Take me back to beginning so I can love you longer harder until the darkness runs free and you bleed into me.