22 and residing
in Denver
Just out of college
We'll see what happens


Fuck I’m walking downtown and I pass a group of guys staring at me and I think “great catcall time” but then one guy goes “you look like you could kill a man a million different ways with just your bare hands”. This. This is an acceptable comment to give a girl on the street.

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We begin to find and become ourselves when we notice how we are already found, already truly, entirely, wildly, messily, marvelously who we were born to be. The only problem is that there is also so much other stuff, typically fixations with how people perceive us, how to get more of the things that we think will make us happy, and with keeping our weight down. So the real issue is how do we gently stop being who we aren’t? How do we relieve ourselves of the false fronts of people-pleasing and affectation, the obsessive need for power and security, the backpack of old pain, and the psychic Spanx that keeps us smaller and contained?

Here’s how I became myself: mess, failure, mistakes, disappointments, and extensive reading; limbo, indecision, setbacks, addiction, public embarrassment, and endless conversations with my best women friends; the loss of people without whom I could not live, the loss of pets that left me reeling, dizzying betrayals but much greater loyalty, and overall, choosing as my motto William Blake’s line that we are here to learn to endure the beams of love.

— The magnificent Anne Lamott on how to begin becoming the person you were meant to be.

(Source: explore-blog, via restlesseverythingsyndrome)



Have an interview for a PR firm that works with green building and renewable energy on Tuesday and just applied to NREL as a Solar and Renewable Policy internship. Fingers crossed! 


Original illustration | 1924Quote, Rakishi’s & Whot’s notes. 

This hasn’t been on our Instagram yet, because we really wantedto show you it here first… a 1920’s painting, over-illustrated by 1924.In the words of Dry the River, “i don’t want to be a vessel anymore.” Too much stress on the sailors.  




"I Forget Where We Were"- Ben Howard

This man has been singing soundtrack songs for me for years. Painting the sunsets on the sands of Mexico. Singing me to sleep by the trees in New England. Rainy Oregon evenings with squeaky windshield wipers and foggy windows. I can’t think of another artist who has been such a consistent source of beautiful accompaniment to life’s twists and turns. Looking forward to a new album with new memories to be made. 


hello love, my invincible friend.

Looking forward to this album so much.

Soooooo so much. Octoben is real.

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