Us and Our Things (Part One)

A photographic study of people and the physical objects that are important to them. Each person was asked to bring an object of emotional value, and then asked describe themselves and the meaning of the object.

xo

Late Night Poetry

what a mundane artform
from words we let escape

a seperation of thought
from body

released unto the physical
traveling in vibration

ideas through the oxygen
raising the hairs on the backs of our necks

they chip at our self given identities
degenerating & recreating

souls can touch in this way
if we let them

power that remains untaimed
weilded ny only the brave

soul expressions carried in the air
creating goosebumps on our skin.

xo

Enough

Sometimes it is enough to simply... look up. And see what you will find there.

xo

This Morning

So, breakfast pizza is my new favorite thing. Seriously, whoever originally came up with this idea is a complete genius. One of the best breakfasts I've had recently. Not to mention that the weather is perfect for breakfast outside!

I loosely followed this recipe from smitten kitchen. But used basil & mushrooms instead of chives & parsley. It was insanely easy and definitely a recipe that I will continue to adapt and recreate. What do you think about breakfast/pizza adaptions??

xo Deanna

A Day in the Life

This week I spent a day at my favorite coffee shop, and then road my bike to an antique shop I used to visit when I was thirteen or so... I brought my camera with me and this is what happened.

Also, I'm nineteen now. It's pretty much the exact same thing as being eighteen. But it was a good birthday, spent with the people I love.

xo

Take A Second

And watch this video. I am so amazed by this. It's definitely worth your time.

xo

Alone

Sometimes I see those posters that are supposed to empower me as a single woman. Things like, “I’m single only because I can’t find someone that is worth my time.” When in actuality my poster would be something more like… “I’m single because nobody will ask me out, and I’m too afraid to put myself out there.”

I just want to take a second to acknowledge that being alone is hard. Not having someone that affirms your existence isn’t fun. It’s human nature to want to build relationships: to want human connection. We’re created to live with other people. So naturally, and almost obviously: being alone is hard.

I like to pretend that being alone is fun and exhilarating… but really, it’s not. There are times when I’m just tired of being alone. When I want to curl into a ball and just let myself be week… Sometimes, I just want to be held. That’s not to say that I need another person to be completed. No, I’m not looking for co-dependence. I’m looking for love in co-existence.

But, I don’t get to have that. It’s not my fault, it’s not anyone’s fault. I don’t know if it’s timing, or just bad luck. But for now, I just have to learn how to be alone. And it’s not easy. I just really want someone to look me in the eye and affirm that being alone is hard. To affirm that being strong for myself is tiring… and it’s okay to want someone else to be strong for me.

Being alone is hard. But I think that learning how to do so is worth the heartache of loneliness. Learning to be alone is worth lying in bed staring at the ceiling wanting someone to reach out and hold your hand. Learning to be alone is worth drinking coffee by you and watching couples stare at each other in innocent embarrassment. Learning to be alone is worth eating dinner by yourself night after night. Learning to be alone is worth it. Because without being alone, being together wouldn’t be worth anything at all.

xo