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I have pictures on my laptop of people I don’t talk to anymore.
Their faces litter photo albums and yearbooks. They sprinkle themselves in the Snapchat memories I don’t look at and the Instagram highlights that I only recently took down. Their names are scrawled all over dedication pages and annotated books, in the envelopes of love letters and birthday cards that I’ve forgotten I saved.
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In high school, I poured everything I had and hoped for into art.
Every panic attack, every failed class, it was all kept within those precious seconds on stage, in front of the blinding lights of the house seats.
It was the only time I ever felt free. The only time I could be who I truly was, because as far as I could tell, no one else was really watching.
There are many things I miss about those moments.
But there is so much more that I don’t. Continue reading escaping “art”
Today is the first day of my birthday week. I am so flipping excited. This week, I’ve got a lot planned. For you guys, and for me! But first, I want to do a recap of my week, because it was AMAZING! Last week felt like the kick off of something new, which, technically, it was! It was the first full week of October, the … Continue reading joy.
I am from the cracks growing up brown walls and the thirst that cries from yellow grass. I am from old cars that don’t work and clubhouses with wasps nests that sing all night. I am from screams on the porch at midnight after family parties downtown. I am from a home where avocado trees and cousins make a good game of hide-n-seek. I am … Continue reading Where I’m From
Writer's Cup Of Tea 