afters + befores are the still going throughs.
snail trails in sand
maps to everywhere.
who were you before + who are you now?
tell me your stories + show me your dreams.
let me trace your life lines back to where you started
and then
let’s begin again.
update: the water is still chilly but I’ll take a dip every damn chance I get. All bodies are swim bodies.
a Halloween like no other 🧡
Wrapping up this extended Up North season with carving and treasure hunts, howling chilly winds and laughter that warms the heart.
Tonight the hearth is warm and the car is packed. Leaving home and heading home all at once. I am so grateful for this world and the ones we get to share life with.
"I'm never coming inside from this dream"
They have all caught the zine bug! If you can’t be playing Among Us, make a zine about it instead. I LOVE instant-book style zines. I keep a little sandwich bag of blank zines in my bag, always at the ready for inspiration.
