This is not my first blog. I started out on tumblr years ago, but too much in my life has changed and too many things on tumblr remind me of things I want to forget or don’t want to be reminded of. I enjoy the photos and the gifs and the people on tumblr, I feel like they know me better than the people in my real life. I have a blog on tumblr with the same name that I’ve kept hidden for myself and locked with a password, but this time I want my blog to be therapeutic for me, a space where I can be myself unfiltered, post photographs (beginner photographer) that I’m genuinely proud of, and to allow some of my thoughts to resonate with people I haven’t met, to help a stranger or to let people out there in the rest of the world know that maybe they’re not alone and that their feelings may be exactly the same as mine if they happen to stumble upon this blog. I’m hoping what I’ll find from writing my thoughts out is clarity from this mess of a mind. This blog will mostly contain my inner thoughts, photographs, my travel adventures, my opinions, my favorite songs/playlists, reviews for books, movies, anything and everything I feel the need to think about and express. I’ll try and do a post everyday (at least that’s my goal). So if you do happen to stumble upon this blog and you’re reading this then thank you and I promise to try and keep things interesting. 😉



a dark day

Does anyone have a “dark day” maybe it’s linked to something that happened in the past that previous day. Like a death anniversary, or an anniversary but now you’re no longer with that person. Just lots of bad memories or good ones that are now gone.

You feel the need to shut yourself off and just get away from it all, take a day off physically and mentally.

I’m here to tell you that it’s okay. It’s okay to have an off day or a dark day. You don’t owe anyone any explanations and whatever you feel is valid.

Today is the 2 year death anniversary of my aunt who passed away suddenly. She was healthy as a horse and she had a stroke and now she’s gone. Today I remember her, but i also want to remember how fleeting life can be.


How do I explain this feeling.. you know when you’re just getting to know someone and you go out on a first date and there are butterflies going and during the date you have moments where you’re looking at each other or smiling or touching from being in such close proximity to each other…

It just feels almost like a current is running through the both of you..

The way I want to describe it is.. it’s like a charged moment. Like something in you is pulsating, and you feel like it’s the perfect opportunity to just lean in for an amazing kiss.



Does anyone ever feel like they don’t want to share something with someone because it’s so personal and they associate it like a memory or song or movie with someone else or they just want to keep it to themselves. It’s like having their own little secret.

I don’t know if that makes any sense so I’ll give you an example. When someone new in my life asks me about what my favorite movie is or what my favorite song is I am hesitant to tell them because they’ll want to hear it or watch it and it’ll change the way you feel about it if you talk about it with them. Or they don’t understand it or feel the same way about it as you do. You’re happy or sentimental about the way it makes you feel and you like the way it reminds you of a certain part or time in your life.

I feel like people who are guarded feel like this about all sorts of things, certain phrases, words, books, movies, songs. Something might mean something completely different to you than to them and you don’t want them ruining it. So here’s my reminder to you, and to myself that it’s okay to be a little selfish you don’t necessarily have to share everything with everyone.


This is probably going to be controversial but honestly I do not care. I am not gay, or lesbian but I feel the need and want to be apart of the fight.  I literally get angry and offended for a group of people I honestly can’t relate to, but only have empathy and compassion for.

I don’t know how to describe the way I feel but I just don’t want anyone to be afraid of being who they are. It breaks my heart that someone who is LGBTQ and is growing up in society has all of these internal struggles (which I probably know nothing about) and have a fear of being themselves, or they see themselves as having something wrong with them. There isn’t. Things have to and need to change, and I really wish there is somehow or way I can be apart of that change.

Awareness is only a small fraction of it. Feel free to leave suggestions about how I may strengthen GSA’s.