punctuation is overrated

because life is messy.



An ordinary girl trying to live an extraordinary life.

Be a happener

I have a friend, he goes by many names. Shitbird. Karagiozi (clown in Greek). Cave man. Grumpy. Or simply Sot.  I love him. He is my constant. The only man who hasn’t abandoned me.  He has seen all my parts, and still he choses to stay.   Continue reading “Be a happener”


Happy birthday baby

Today is my birthday, and all I want to do is go home and crawl under the blankets and sleep this day into tomorrow, and the day after, and the days after that.  But I can’t. Unfortunately. And really this day is no different than the last 143 days (that’s a random number I pulled off the top of my head), it’s no different than my birthday last year either.   Continue reading “Happy birthday baby”

I don’t need a man, I need a goddamn warrior

I’m not even entirely sure how I came across this article published on elephant journal, the title grabbed my attention right away.  Rightfully.  I have to admit, the page has been open on my laptop for a few days-   I’ll read it today, after this call, when I finish this email, and three days later… But, HOLY! I’m so glad I read it.  Kate Rose  you wrote this for me and I am so thankful. Continue reading “I don’t need a man, I need a goddamn warrior”

Time is precious

Time is precious. Live honestly. Love without conditions. Be brave. Trust your instincts. Forgive, if only to forget. Heart open (even if its scary). Be vulnerable (even if its scary). Stay away from people who tell you you are hard to love. Continue reading “Time is precious”

Tupac knows best

“You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks, or even months over-analyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could’ve, would’ve happened… or you can just leave the pieces on the floor and move the fuck on.”  Tupac Shakur

Learning to pick up the pieces


Darling, let’s drink champagne and enjoy the view from here. Forever.  Let’s make this the place we can always fall in love. The place we come to to find each other when we get lost. When we forget.  Let’s remember our love here, in this place. She said as her heels sank into the snow, her toes wet. Oblivious to it all.  Tipsy from the champagne. Drunk on life, drunk on love.

Continue reading “Captions”

Learning to pick up the pieces

There’s no guidebook, no rules.  You put your heart out on the line and you expect the person on the receiving end will do the same, will cherish you, protect you. Because the heart is a fragile thing, it grows exponentially and breaks easily, all of it out of our control (well mostly anyway).  There should be rules. Continue reading “Learning to pick up the pieces”

Love letter

Dear Lover,

You were my lover, my friend, my partner, my soul, my heart, my mirror, my grounding, my punching bag, my serenity, my chaos, my balance, my teacher, my student, my salvation, my enemy, my confidant, my security, my insecurity, my fear, my breath, my pain, my life.

My world didn’t revolve around you, it’s true, but my heart beat for you and it ached for you. I love(d) you without conditions, despite it all, through it all.  Continue reading “Love letter”

Where did they go to

A month ago I wrote my very first blog post- and the words started to come back, they started to flow.  And then they stopped. They became jumbled in my head.  Half ideas, scattered thoughts, wanting so badly to come out and not quite ready to be released.  Sitting there, in intermittence, deciding.  Let go, hang on, let go, hang on.  Always somewhere in the middle, not here and not quite there. Looking for my happiness, but not really. Desperate to let go, but not really,  Continue reading “Where did they go to”

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