Look for yourself in window reflections and broken glass, when you crawl through the cities and scratch your nails against cobblestones. Hunger to know yourself inwardly and outwardly. Rise like a phoenix and sprout wings of fire. Rage against the moon, and see the world through eyes of rose and topaz.
Happy Monday, everyone! Over the past week or so, I have been working on a new typewriter series that I have been posting on my Instagram account. I am calling it Memories of Me and Him – the title is fairly self-explanatory. These are nonfictional memories about real people (i.e. me and a very, very special him). I thought I would share the first five of the series with you here. If any of you have any feedback, please feel free to share! Love and adore you all.