Acasia Tucker
Bio
A traveler, a people person, a writer, a coffee addict, Born to Be Loved. Currently: Colorado
Instagram:: @alittlemaebird
Stories (16/0)
All Lives Have a Story to Tell
Sondern. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk. ---The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows
By Acasia Tucker6 years ago in Humans
To My Future Spouse
My sweet man, I want to live life alongside you. I want to have pillow fights and build pillow forts in our tiny apartment which we can barely afford. In a city I do not yet know. Nor do I care. I want to do dishes after cooking you a large dinner and have you slide your arms around me. I would like to hold onto your hands when you get out of bed to leave to work in the mornings and beg you to crawl back in. I want you to love me when I first wake up in the morning with drool on my lips and my hair matted to one side. To love me with really bad breath. And I will do the same for you.
By Acasia Tucker6 years ago in Humans
How I Ended a Pre-Abusive Relationship
Let’s get real honest. It is 3 PM on a Wednesday, I work in an hour and am sucking down the most delicious iced coffee, except this one is full of alcohol. I am drinking an hour before work. I just went to a store that I have a birthday gift card for and I did not leave with a single thing, although I loved everything. I’ve cried repeatedly, in my bed, in my car and once at the mere mention of Gilmore Girls. I also feel like crawling in a hole and going into a coma. This all might say something about my heart condition in this moment. My heart is a mess. In the words of Ed Sheeran “Oh I’m a mess right now, inside out.”
By Acasia Tucker6 years ago in Humans
The Slow Poison of Wanderlust
It's past midnight. The grandfather clock in the kitchen rings down its late hours with a calm and steady beat. My temple whirs and spins. Thoughts of the world, the future, different times and spaces. Wanderlust crawls into my veins and slowly releases its lust for movement. Is it crazy that I feel stagnant even when things are going well? When I've made a niche, and settled in with a steady job and good friends? I long to move forward, outward, and inward a lot of the time, too. It’s not even been half a year since I’ve last felt that rush of travel and I feel pulled to all directions. Portland, California and Arizona to visit old friends. Bali and France for a good time. Even Africa and the Middle East, places I know have deep need. I ask myself, would it be so bad to call a place my home for a bit longer? Would budding romances make me want to stay, or would it not be enough? I guess I have a lot of questions. I take time to breathe, remind myself that there are higher ways above my own and it's not solely up to me to provide the answers.
By Acasia Tucker6 years ago in Wander