An outdoorsy girl with a spooky side
22-year-old blogger and photographer
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Promise me that when I die, you’ll bury me somewhere nice. Promise me you’ll stop by each week, fill a vase with fresh flowers each time. Promise that you’ll care for my stone like it was your own, bring each broken promise you made and unload it on my soul. Promise that you’ll still talk to me as if I was standing in front of you, heart still beating, lungs still breathing. You’ll tell me all of your worst secrets, your inner demons, your lies, cheats and regrets.
The Way You Lived
I'd send out the invite on personalized stationary. The table would be set with care, lace edged tablecloth, the finest of china. A butler would greet you and welcome you to your seat. This may be a party, but it isn’t crowded. The table is empty with the exception of three name plates. One being mine, of course, the other two yours. They’d be customized by the finest calligrapher money can buy.
Hulu Horror Movies: 3 Do's and Don'ts
With Halloween fast approaching, I’ve spent countless hours preparing myself for the scariest time of the year. This means pumpkin cookies, hot apple cider and horror movie marathons! And with Halloween looking a little bit different this year with quarantine, I want to share the best and worst horror movies to stream on Hulu to make sure you get in the spooky mood!
I shouldn’t be here. I should be in a dead sleep, dreaming of the male celebrities that plaster my wall. But it’s 12:27am on a Thursday night. I have school in the morning, and an afternoon shift at the grocery store, only to be back here by 8pm. I straighten my apron and pretend to wipe down the counter top with a dry towel. A silver haired man sits, hiccuping at the bar, as he does every night. The server swaps his beer with a coffee as she tries to coax him into a cab. She tells him that his wife is probably worrying, he reassures her that his wife cares little for his late night habits. As I tighten my ponytail I catch a glimpse of myself in the window reflection. The bags under my eyes look like they’re packed for a ‘round the world trip. My hair falls out of a loose ponytail, strays sit atop my head creating a perfect nesting place for the pigeons picking at the scraps across the street.
Seasons of Life
Best Friend, Do you remember? Warm days, the sun on your back. Your golden blond hair in the wind as you ran through the park. Bright pink lollipop hanging off my lips while you snack in a field of grass that seems to go on forever. The orange glow off the blue waves set us to sleep as we held each other tight well into the morning.
Dear Mr. Trump
Dear Donald, I’ve been putting off writing you this. I’ve been waiting for you to come around, but by now I’ve realized, that isn’t going to happen. And honestly that hurts me.
How Yoga Changed My Life
The impacts of yoga are astounding, especially considering its cliché spot in modern day society. I began taking yoga classes my senior year of high school and have seen firsthand the significant improvement it has made to my mind, spirit and body. Not to mention, yoga is for everybody. There is no body type associated with yoga. Anyone with the want can learn. Yoga isn’t just for the flexible, fit and environmentally aware. The health benefits are available to anyone who is even willing to try the ancient art. My former instructor, who I also considered a personal mentor, once told a discouraged, 18-year-old me this: “it doesn’t matter whether you’re doing the poses right or wrong. Your body will benefit from the focus, principles and undoubtedly valuable exercise.” Now, yoga isn’t for everyone, but you can’t rule it out until you try it. I, however, have found that a lifestyle focused around balance of the mind, spirit, and body benefit me. So while you research your potential lifestyle change, here are some of the numerous benefits of becoming a “yogi.”