Namaste blah-g tribe
Yesterday was one of the best days of my life. I don’t really say that often, good days, maybe – best days? Not so much.
My best day involved a 24-hour stint with the apparent love of my life; wandering around Manhattan, feeding each other dark chocolate, watching hours pass from park benches and swapping secrets in international ways.
My favorite part of the day was in my midtown abode, roped in braids of sweat, being serenaded in Italian. That was without a doubt one of my ultimate, “Holy shit, is this actually my life?” moments. Continue reading
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Namaste blog tribe
So I’m leaving for Australia via Tahiti in about seven hours. I’m not packed. I woke up in tears. I don’t want to go, but I do want to go.
I have to go. Continue reading
I tried. Like, I feel like I tried more than I have in a few years.
Dating is toxic. It’s the worst thing in the world. And while the stories and poems I get from somewhat captivating encounters is usually alright – I tend to walk away with the whole, “What the fuck was I thinking?” vibe.
That’s essentially what I have today. Continue reading
Last Friday night I tossed the puppies in a cab and zoomed off to Brooklyn to see someone I haven’t stopped thinking about since the day we met.
I got home Monday morning.
My heart was caged for a long time. I’ve galavanted around briefly with a few suitors, written some poems, fallen in love with the idea of falling in love – over and over.
However, happily, I can finally say that I’m in a place past words. Most of my words recently are being oozed in ink over blank page notebooks or into love letters for a man who is nothing like anyone I have ever known.
Last weekend was magical. I wore beaded bangle bracelets and we strolled up and down the Cony Island boardwalk. We ate oysters and swapped stories. Continue reading