Life · Photographic

Can’t Love, Can’t Hurt

Well I’ve been running from something.. Twenty years in my car – Down a road that’s leading me nowhere. Yeah we drive through the farmland & no one knows where we’re from. Could I kiss you and make you a queen? Or something in between? 

Do you want to see it? The place where I am free? ❤️

The place that makes me happy, the place that I can go to and feel at home no matter what is going on in my life to make me feel like this. 

The place where I feel safe and hidden from everything else in the world. 

Well, right now it’s late. Maybe tomorrow when I’m more awake and conscious will be the best time to show you where I feel free and happiest. 

I’ve been feeling really emotional as of late –  listening to Augustana and a bunch of older bands I used to listen to like Dashboard Confessional, Eve 6 and The Goo Goo Dolls. Totally worth it though. I forgot how amazing and meaningful music can be because of how it is today. Sometimes you just need “good music.”  And no, not Kanye’s “good music” because we all know that’s what he calls it. 

It’s Monday night and I’m tired as anything. I can’t believe it’s February already. Of 2016. Where is the time going? It feels just like yesterday that I was living on campus at Kutztown.. And it was 5 years ago now. I moved here in August of 2011, so this August will be my 5th year here in PA and I’ll be 26 in September. 26. Holy shit I’m getting up there. And I have still yet to be financially stable or find a place to actually call “home.” 

Time for some pictures? Sure. Have some new photography taken recently. Not all of it is with my iPhone this time believe it or not lol. Look how pissed Romeow looks though in this photo from the vet. Ironically he didn’t have a problem and loved the vet like always. The lighting was just perfect and I got the perfect shot of him. 

  
    
 
It’s late now and I’m exhausted. I think it’s bedtime for me believe it or not. You know you’re old or getting old when 9:30 pm is beginning to look like bed. I’m only 25. Damnit.

Cheers, 

xoxox

  

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