SOUL SISTERS.

FINGER MOUNTAIN, CO

We married ourselves on the mountain that day.. 

with no witnesses but ourselves & the road. 

the rocks our pew & the sky our canopy, 

hand in hand we vowed ourselves a love, 

greater than any other.

I, Lexis take you Tessa, to be my Soul Sister. I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness & in health. I will love you and honour you all the days of my life.

I, Tessa take you Lexis, to be my Soul Sister. I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness & in health. I will love you and honour you all the days of my life.

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I, Lexis , take you Tessa, to be my Soul Sister, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part.

I,Tessa, take you Lexis, to be my Soul Sister, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love, cherish, and to obey, till death us do part.

 There were trails of bones leading up to the mountain,

it had ours for a moment...

but instead we left our souls.

THE DESERT.

THE DESERT.
"A Palette of Color"

It looks like God
placed a few extra stars in the sky..
scattered a bunch of boulders,
then placed them carefully for the gazers.

...

He must have covered it in sharp things,

in spite of its beauty.

JOSHUA TREE, CA

SINGLE LIFE.

¹sin·gle adjective \ˈsiŋ-gəl\

: not having or including another : only one

Not even Merriam Webster has sympathy on us. Or should I be thanking her for being brutally honest.  Blunt is something very few people are anymore, disappearing like chivalry in the woodwork.

  

Single Life: One of two things

1.   Completely fucking miserable

-OR-

2.   A huge fucking relief.

Excuse my French but I believe we all have come from a relationshit that has shaped us into becoming the person we are today. In the winter season, one seems to forget the beauty of being alone because not only does the sun decide to ditch us, the coldfront tends to annoy us with its obnoxious presence. I’m just here to remind you that it is okay to slip into seasonal depression but remind you to salt your streets, because this is the GOOD LIFE.

“Companionship” is a lucky thing when found in compatibility, however when found in comfort can often lead us to “abandonship”

All we ever talk about is this girl or this guy until one of us changes the subject, due to self realization that there is more to life & maybe we are starting to sound a "little" obsessed.

"I would be lying if I said it is not nice to have the excitement of a P.I.C but I would also be lying if I said it wasn’t nice to wake up in the morning and take a  shit, without wondering if the person in the next room can hear me or not."

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Self-discovery, you should try it sometime. Being forced to be alone is like being forced to maybe realize things you don't like 

about yourself,rather than having to listen to another person expresss their constant dissatisfaction. It’s finally your turn to discover the traits YOU love about yourself and the ones that could use some serious improvement.

However the best part about being single, is opening your mind to each person you meet. Falling in love not once but multiple times a week, getting butterflies, different species, from different breeds. Whether through conversation or compilations of intimate moments, in all reality, you are not alone you are with the ones you choose to be.

My point is to NEVER settle, but indulge in independence. Share who you are with only the ones who “absolutely” deserves it and if they don’t, kick em’ to the curb or even better...never let them get there. There is no room on single streets for spiritless, boring people. We have all wasted our precious time, and now that the clock is in your hand only share your time with the exciting ones that accentuate the “best” you.

-BESIDES, FREE DINNER NEVER HURT ANYONE-

Xoxo

Gossip girl...

NOT.

THE MOVIES.

12:43 PM on Friday the 12th

I remember a time when your boxers took up all the space in my underwear drawer. I remember a time, when you would come home at the crack of dawn, hands of ice all over my body. I felt like we were in a city of “US” and all the lights were so alluring, so pretty, distracting us both from flags of the color red. But who is to notice red when you are covered in sheets of white.

I close my eyes, some time after noon, my lids doubling as projector screens. A matinee. Steam hitting the kitchen window, you’re making meat; the humidity shaping black baby curls around your face, the heat. The neighbors must have thought our love was titanic, all the steam on all the windows. 

You always told me the movies were not real;

But I loved them anyway.

AN ANIMAL.

I just remember the sun, and the way it kissed her face;

sweeter than any man had ever done.

for a minute she forgot she was alone.

...

the wind came, 

drawing tears.

beneath an animal, an animal.

sunflowers; pretty dead, pretty alive