lemon ruth

there was a night in italy that was perfect.  it was pitch black, save for a few half-dead street lamps, and i was barefoot—ankle-deep in the mediterranean sea.  the sky never felt bigger, and i never felt smaller.  in these moments of pure connectedness, something in me feels infinite.  perhaps it’s an idea.  i think […]

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it’s been long enough now that the familiarity of the setting has started to fade.  small details have been replaced by general feelings and ideas.  so much has changed.   and i am so thankful for that.  i am planted on the couch next to my bff and nothing could be better.

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