poetry. photography. storytelling.
i had a dream once, back in twenty-fifteen, that i would runaway to liverpool amidst a burning internal anger. without knowing a damn thing, i imagined this would be the city to channel my souls angst. i'd show up with just enough cash, to pick up leather + jean clothing, ripped and torn, with punk... Continue Reading →
“Remember: the time you feel lonely is the time you most need to be by yourself. Life's cruelest irony.” ― Douglas Coupland “When I get lonely these days, I think: So BE lonely, Liz. Learn your way around loneliness. Make a map of it. Sit with it, for once in your life. Welcome to the... Continue Reading →
I met Carl on the east side of the city, in displaced wetlands like a carefully calculated structure of mismatched art. It was a Saturday. All good adventures begin on a Saturday, don't they? I'm not sure what I was looking for when I met him. A piece of beauty? A moment of distraction? A... Continue Reading →
My Heart, My Mom. She is an incredible human who went through hell and back this past year. I tried to post these pictures last night, but I just didn't know how to caption this to match her beauty, her strength, her compassion. So taking her advice, I'll keep it simple. This is my Mom. (Isn't... Continue Reading →
You do not owe the world anything. You do not owe others an explanation. You do not need validation from the exterior. They will judge, But you do not need to give them your power. There are reasons of great depth, Why you are where you are, A place you do not fit in nor... Continue Reading →
