A frightening revelation: I like the me that I was a year ago infinitely more than I like the me that I am now.

I’ve been livin’ like a ghost.

I believe in loving, and I believe in being terrified to do so. I believe in tattoos. Especially when there’s a story behind them. I believe in spending all the money you make at your part-time job on gas, and driving without a destination. I believe in spending any money that you have left over afterward on caffeine and cigarettes, and sharing with the people you love (and with strangers too). Which reminds me, I believe in loving strangers whom you know very little about. Or even whom you know nothing about. At all. I believe in hopping on planes to fly 2,000 miles, and not telling anyone about it. I don’t do everything I believe in. And I believe in a lot more than I let on.

I like to paint like a kindergartner in old used books.

The past couple of days in photos.

10 Days & I will be roaming the streets of Seattle. What am I looking forward to the most? The Bainbridge Island Ferry.

“The greatest thing in this world is not so much where we are, but in what direction we are moving.”

-Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr.

Mine has been overactive. But, I don’t really believe there is such a thing as an overactive imagination.

“I’m thinking we might need a Louisville trip in addition to our Nashville trip. We can go shopping for records and vintage clothes!” Dori and I are the same person.