We pay for wisdom with innocence.
May we come back around enough to not be jaded.
May we remember what it feels like to remain compassionate.
Couple of Aubrie Musings and Heartstrings
Writing from whatever the fuck moves me to. Maybe you'll enjoy some of it… most of it is a heart on the mend.
We pay for wisdom with innocence.
May we come back around enough to not be jaded.
May we remember what it feels like to remain compassionate.
Do you think… if we would have had more words then, it would be different now?
At 27, I’m finally learning… it’s never been about right or wrong.
My goal is to spend as many days under the sun surrounded by music, people, food and books. Some wine too.
I. Hate. That you made me choose.
I’ll meet you where the stars kiss the end of time.
Humans are like this tree and this tree is like life. Look to the branches. What do you see when you trace them? …Full of bumps and ugly twists, spots of beauty if that’s how you define it, dark holes and light bark, unpredictable twisty messiness, unfurling out into our own expansion when we simply follow the light and feel our roots. May we remember that we don’t have to be anything else, standing without apology like this tree.
Maybe I’ll be a sunflower.
I think my favorite end to the day has become a walk in the park a little before sunset, followed by an orange & poetry in a weird little 5$ thrift bought chair that I contort my legs up and over, feeling just a little bit like… I don’t have an age.
I think my favorite end to the day has become a walk in the park a little before sunset, followed by an orange & poetry in a weird little 5$ thrift bought chair that I contort my legs up and over, feeling just a little bit like… I don’t have an age.