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gretchen is a writer in new york city

Tag: soul (page 5 of 59)

limping along. sperlonga. lets.

I’ve been limping over the luthier the past few days, and longing for Sperlongaimg_6026

The truth is, the love of my life and I didn’t fall out – life simply occurred. International issues with family do nothing for new found feelings. And so it ended, abruptly and instantly. Continue reading

la voce di crepacuore

la voce di crepacuore

ho solo
scomparire
(essere… causa) perche’
che cosa e
egli ha voluto.
e sono caduto
in questo
shock. Continue reading

when brooklyn has your back

img_6829Last night I was in Brooklyn licking raw Luthier wounds. One of my favorites made the evening, like always.

I tipped topless women and laughed loudly. I was twirled to tracks that played on a juke box in a Cony Island bar, catching up with a bartender I used to see regularly.

I had fun for the first time since my birthday. Last week was a little whack. Continue reading

settle. learn. scribble.

IMG_6055Alright. I think it’s officially sunk in that I was recently whisked away on an escapade to Italy for a week of utter bliss and incomparable romance. My relationship with the luthier has essentially evolved beyond language.

I’m settling into life, it’s strange. I still have itchy feet and tend to be short with my spoken words – alas, my world is entirely different. Like, everything is completely different.

I was trying to explain this to my besty David last night. He reckons I’m dreary and that I should be in all of my literal glory at the moment. I don’t think I’m dreary, I’m adjusting. I forgot what being happy was like. Continue reading

back from italy. shout out japan.

Namaste blah-g family…IMG_6028

I’m back from Italy. It was literally everything.

But first – shout out Japan. Continue reading

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