We are a generation of diet cokes and dirty mouths. Of uncensored complaints and bleached blonde hearts. We are a generation of gossip girls and american idols, emulating the gorgeous dirt we suck off our TVs. Choosing our favorite characters and playing the part to perfection, falling in love and breaking promises and tuning in every Tuesday night for more rules to live by, more excuses to stab our best friends in the back and whisper when the doors are closed. We hurt each other because tha... Read Full Story

I know I haven’t told you   but I miss you. I’ve been holding back memories and sucking down sadness and trying not to flinch when I open my hard cover book and see your perfect marilyn monroe smirk grinning back at me.  I have been filling my days with photos and my nights with Diet Cokes and box sets of all our favorite shows, filling my mind with Photoshop Tutorials and checklists and butterflies. Anything to fill the void that I finally felt as I drove down the highway alone t... Read Full Story

Last night the sky turned yellow while I drank a twelve pack of diet AW rootbeer alone. Watching lifetime movies about dead models who inspired the camera and refused to sit still. Rebellious beauties who shook up the world simply by moving their bodies and spiking their hair. One day maybe there will be a lifetime movie about me. But just in case, I’ll leave these words behind.  School is about to start up again and my world is filled with flashbacks of last year. When my hair was long... Read Full Story

A private number called your phone last night while we were chowing down on white castle goodness and watching infomercials. The voices on the other line screamed and yelled with a drunken fury so pathetic that I couldn’t help but laugh. They called you a slut and a whore and if they think you would let those words define you they have no idea how strong you are. They  tried to cut you down and ruin your night and convince you that the summer love you found by the water of a Tennessee l... Read Full Story

The past few weeks in choppy sentences… kissed my maroon pontiac goodbye. the one that played those sweet songs while I prayed on some back country road in the hills of Tennessee. Lost and terrified and sipping on my 6th Monster. there was no speed limit but there was a moon so big it filled my blue eyes with white light and wonder. It lit up the fields sorrounding me on both sides, it painted haunted shadows on the wooden walls of abandoned farms that lined the gravel paths me and my P... Read Full Story

I have a special brand of tears for you. They have a personalized taste as they glide down my cheeks and into the cracks of my uncensored lips. They are salty and sweet and explosive. They are bitter with repressed words and adolescent angst that clings to the corners of my mind. For months I had forgotten the taste of those tears. For months I had forgotten the way that they sting, the way that they pierce my eyes- laughing at my resistance to the inevitable breakdown they promise. Crying fo... Read Full Story

It’s so easy to let all the magic of early summer suffocate on the rainy humid days. When the air’s so hot you can’t breathe and the only sound is thunder shaking you to the core.  We loaded up the car once again and set off for an escape. It was hard to leave your brown eyed puppy behind but the mountains were waiting for us and I had two cold Monsters waiting for you to push you through our 6 hour journey. Stopping at rest stops to shoot of fireworks into the sunset hills ... Read Full Story

I live in an enchanted town. In high school I resented my ocean eyed-laughing goddess mama for moving to this magical place. Our family was under construction, being put back together on both ends after it unravelled and seemed infinitely broken. Now it is mended and new and I have two sets of hearts to love, and now that the shattered pieces have been swept off the floor I am free to see the wonders that our catastrophes created. I am free to take long walks in the morning with my shaggy hi... Read Full Story

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So much has changed in these few weeks. My long blonde waves have once again been traded for a choppy bob. My terrified hands have gripped the wheel of my grandpas old mercedes and found a comforting peace in the feel of the road flying by beneath me. I am far from the quiet tranquility of Asheville mountains or the thrill of orange corvettes but I am content in my Ohio Oasis that I am creating with every snap of my camera. Every time I take a picture I fall in love. I have fallen in love wit... Read Full Story