Dear Universe,

At what point in your life are you supposed to do something with it? What is considered "doing something with your life?" At what point does having graduated college stop being a valid form of doing something with your life? Sometimes I get a very deep feeling of being rushed and its totally, inexplicably attributed to feeling … Continue reading Dear Universe,


Meaning is What You Make it

Last night while I was working in my art journal, I was trying to express the realization that places will essentially always be there, but people won't. This realization lies so heavily on me because I've always thought I was the type of person who needed to live my life beside new places each day, … Continue reading Meaning is What You Make it

Here I Am

My favorite book, no questions asked, is Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close. Jonathan Safran Foer has the most poetic way of writing novels that I have ever experienced. Hundreds of lines in that book dug a home into my soul and have been there since. But this isn't about that book (although I should probably … Continue reading Here I Am