What To Do With All This Love

I know I haven't posted in forever, but that's cause it seems like I have run out of words. I'm still taking a lot of pictures though!! and you can follow my adventures on my instagram. I'll post here again eventually :)

Autumn In Avignon

Typical Habits Of A Wandering Ghost

In a way, we became our own ghosts, haunting the memories that we loved, the old places that captured our imaginations when nothing else did.

At the end of that eternal summer, I found myself back where everything began: lying on the wooden pew, staring out the window at that violaceous pink streaking the palm tree laden skies. There in the darkening cathedral, I was reminded of the poetry of your hipbone, slipping into the hollows between your ribs, my lips against your skin in silent prayer. Some things were easier to worship – though I didn’t know it back then. 

“Addiction is tricky. For example: a man who quit smoking for 11 years spent 15 seconds in an elevator with a man smoking a cigarette. He gave in. What I’m trying to say is, I think I love you again.”