it's a shame you don't know what you're running from

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“Because there’s nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it’s sent away.” ― Sarah Kay

 Growing up near the ocean creates a delicate need inside of you; it allows you to understand that most things are push and pull and sometimes, you have to let go in order to really get anything out of something. I've been pushing myself for a long time, but pulling back even more. This uncomfortable inability to obtain satisfaction is frustrating and, to be honest, it's getting old. I'm twenty two. Having to remind myself of this fact constantly is ridiculous. I'm going to be fine. Yeah, I'll never be twenty two and have my dream job. I'll never be twenty two and know where I'm going, or what the hell I'm even doing with my life. Maybe there's a bit more satisfaction in that. I can't keep responding to people, "Nothing." when they ask what I'm doing with my life. You know, it's really none of their business. I'll figure it out.

Rachel

I went down to the beach with my best friend, Rachel, last week. I couldn't have captured these without her help because I was so nervous. I haven't taken self-portraits in such a long time and I kept getting really self conscious because there were a handful of people around. Anyway, this felt good. I'm settling back into it, I think.

Whenever I know I'm not going to see someone for a while (case in point, when I moved out of Pittsburgh), people tell me to visit or keep in contact or just be a relevant piece of furniture in their far away lives. I always tell them, "You can't get rid of me that easily."

And, well, it's probably the truest thing about me. I'm not going anywhere, you can't get rid of me that easily.