The delicate patterning formed by the ridges of skin found on each beautiful digit of our hands.

Almost exactly two years ago, I stood at the Trevi fountain and threw a couple of coins over my right shoulder with my mom.

"I'm not a world traveler" is a story I've been telling myself for years...

Cities have never felt like home to me. When I think back to the moments where I lived in cities, I am greeted by the memories of my continual attempts to escape them.

I'm learning to love the rain.

Life is a series of options. Decisions that lead us down infinite paths towards an infinite number of futures.

You've pushed forward, but you feel the pull backward.

When you follow someone on Instagram you are watching them evolve over time.

To those of you who are struggling, I feel you and I see you.

Places that have us floating above the tops of the evergreens.

Many of you have read these words before...

I turned it on and placed my noise-canceling headphones on. And it took me thousands of miles away.

I've talked about this many times over the years.

I've been doing these types of posts for over two years now.

Places where the colors are enough to send us spiraling into curiosity and bliss.

I think about you like the love songs that swirl in my mind.

Like the roll of the ocean, it's constant, powerful, insistent.

I’m incapable of loving lightly.

Since I was a child I was taught to not trust my body.

Here’s to finding more truth on social media.