We have nestled into our house quite well.

Pumpkins adorn our porch and a fire pit roars in our back yard.

I get yummy chai’s and kitchen laugh sessions from my room mates.

It’s been liberating to come home finish two books this week and paint page after page.

Listening to albulms such as

Overgrown by: James Blake

Kveikur by: Sigur Ros

An Awesome Wave by: Alt-J

Of which I can’t seem to escape listening too…

Our house is cold from constant windows ajar.

But I like the fall wafting in.

Being bundled in sweaters with a hot cup of anything feels like home.

Congratulations to this beautiful couple!

May the newest bitty one bring even more joy and hopefully some peaceful night with him…

A mini series of portraits taken in my favorite building.

I need to write, I ache for it. It’s been months. Maybe 6?

I think Iv been afraid to write, maybe for the first time in my life.

Iv been afraid of what would spill out or even that the spilling wouldn’t stop.

I will inevitably cry because “my big girl pants” don’t always fit right and WELL, I’m scared.

I’m scared of what I know Iv hidden.

I hear…

Grow up.

Stop being soo sensitive.

Don’t let him have the control over your emotions!!

I GET it! I GET it!!! Be a fucking adult and get over it.

I don’t want to get OVER it, I want to be healed of it.

I don’t want it to have “never happened”. I want the bitterness to turn sweet.

Like amber honey coated memories. Memories that made me who I am.

I’m not going to stop loving fully. I’m not going to stop being passionate.

Hell I probably won’t stop yelling either. I am not a fucking tailor.

Cinching in here for you and cutting away that for him.

I’d rather be the “cat lady,” which may or may not kill me. Because I’m allergic to cats.

Ladies even my OBGYN told me if a man doesn’t treat you right kick umm to the curb!!

(Advice from the lady who see’s your vagina must be sound right?!)

Lets do our selves a favor and listen to her advice. Okay? Okay…