Loved up

My current inspirations... Lace and hats, Anita Pallenberg, clashing prints in vibrant colors.

I'm planning on decorating my room in Tunis with a smattering of ikat and striped blankets, bright rugs, lots of candles and lanterns, maybe some big floor pillows in the corner...

My playlist:
The Height of Summer by the Knife
Stranger Than Kindness by Fever Ray
Lovesick by Lindstrom and Christabelle
Mind, drips by Neon Indian
Sea Talk by Zola Jesus

Memory comes when memory's old

Last moments in Austin with the ones I love.

Sea Talk

I strip away the distractions and it all hits at once.

Mind is a razorblade

Blur
New York
The Bean
Thai food
All Saints
Coney Island
Sleep until 1
Steamy Streets
The East Village
Tears on the street
Then laughing all over

Never have I been a blue calm sea

23, it was a strange year for me. For the better part of it, I thought that I was backtracking, losing, lost and floating. It wasn't until I decided to let go that I found the things that I had been searching for. It was, in hindsight, an important year and well worth the times of discomfort. I made new and amazing friends, people who I know will be in my life forever. I fell in love for the first time, a huge leap and lesson in and of itself. I got my first writing job (and hopefully not my last). I worked at jobs that I didn't want to be at, probably went out a little too much, got busy and got bored and reached the end of myself . And in and through all of those experiences I finally found a new beginning.

In two weeks I'll be in Tunisia, working for a non-profit and teaching English. I hope that a great African Odyssey awaits me.

I Thought of You

The sweetness, the bitter sweetness, the sorrow. The building up and the tearing down. I hate to say goodbye. I know that I did it to all of my friends and hopped across the ocean. Now they’re leaving me – New York, Chicago, San Antonio. And I’m left to build a new life in an old place. It feels uncomfortable.

These days the past creeps into my mind space. Every time I close my eyes I see it – countryside through a train window, a stretch of beach, the purple café on the street corner. I wish my life could exist in a composite city – Montmartre, El Raval, Hamra, and East Austin, all in one space, one web, and all those who I loved in each place would be within my reach.

When the web threatens to unravel, as it is now, I want to jump ship – move. I’ll just start over and maybe in this new city everything will be as I want it to be. It never lasts, I know that. I can’t help but run away. I think I feel things too deeply sometimes. Too much love and too much sadness.

These days...

I'm loving: the art nouveau images of Czech artist, Alphonse Mucha. His ladies' headpieces are my current source of inspiration.







I'm living in: my Docs with heels, big loopy scarves, cocoon sweaters, and big rings.

I'm listening to: "Animal" by Miike Snow, "Random Firl" by Late of the Pier, "Cool Yourself" by Thao, and "Heavenly Arms" by El Perro del Mar.