poetry. photography. storytelling.
Why do some people need to leave? Home. Love. Their everything. Searching. Unknown. Not by choice, But because of an insatiable lust For life, for adventure, Leaning into, Wholeheartedly, Into the Unknown. Why? Why some people need to leave? Why do some people need to leave So wildly, They take stability + growth+ career -... Continue Reading →
pt 2 of a collab with Brittiany, (instagram: @britts_littleadventures) paired best with part 1: liverpool London. like waves of the ocean tide, when the possessing anger dissolved back into the sea side, another craving stole my attention- london. playful, curious, bold London, where the... Continue Reading →
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 →
