spent the weekend in bed with a headache so the only thing i was good for was watching netflix and pouting that it was too cloudy to make out the super moon blood moon eclipse fuckkin moon moon…so here’s 3.

ah, a musical incarnation of that familiar feeling, self-doubt. probably one of my favorite mashups ever.

halsey. badlands. i’ve had this album on repeat for weeks now. give it a listen if you haven’t. it’s got some poignant lyrics like “meaner than my demons” and “clinging to a little bit of spine“.

i’ve been having some thoughts about love and stuff and maybe i’ll write them down some day, but until then here’s my friend kelsey‘s take on being broken.

(and the blacklist is still on netflix, but you knew that already…)


here, here, and here.

i finished my final college course at the start of july. i began a third job the following week. summer’s never been my season, but july and august have been kind to me. 

i get paid to be around coffee and art. every. day.

jack in my crown porque i contain multitudes.

   una noche buena con mucha musica on a rooftop in georgia. vampires and witches were somehow involved but that’s not relevant. 

 i’m finding my voice again and she tastes like whiskey and ash.

seriously. art and coffee. be still my black heart.


there’s theatre tucked into my schedule too. lots of theatre.

i don’t know what even is my life…but i love it.