Have a suitcase heart; be ready to travel. My ribs move out, my chest expands. This is the tide of my breath. Waves crashing up the beach and sweeping back. The rattle of pebbles in the current. This is the tide of my death. Stranded in that bed, I dream of beaches. When beeping machines drown everything out. I meditate on sand and summer and you. And just as the tide is moved by the moon.

Yes, I am going back into therapy. I really needed everything you say. What do you want me to say? .

A masterpiece was gifted to us on a Friday in July. Smiling through tears, what a gorgeous ride. What is the moral of the hit podcast S-town? Dear .

Basically, I saw Muse.

My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations. My Month in Pictures- August. Under My Month in Pictures. New photos with my new tripod Remote. Photos included getting covered in mud and running away from unexpected rain, and covering myself in fairy lights. Weather was so unpredictable that as soon as I set up my tripod it began to rain, was good fun though! My month in Pictures- July. Under My Month in Pictures.

As Glee has beautifully put it, it begins with goodbye. However, we are not at the point of final goodbyes yet. We are at the point of anxious preparation, of endless to-do lists on paper and in our minds.