Polaroid Memories


I’ve been a little bit fascinated by polaroid pictures recently.

There’s something magical about them. I think it’s that they evoke memories in a way that pristine megapixeled shots never really do. Memories are hazy, dream-like; Polaroid shots give me that same sensation.


But also, it might be because it’s evident that a polaroid photo will not last forever. The image will fade, just like the memory. Its transience brings it fleeting yet urgent importance, and knowing it will be gone makes me want to savour it more.

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You can’t be all the things.


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I want to be all the things.

If I am given a space to simply breathe and be completely honest then that’s the truth I choose to share: I want to be all the things.

I want to be a friend. I want to be a good friend. I want to be a best friend to every little human I encounter. I want to be a sister. A daughter. A girlfriend. A wife.

I want to be the person who gets called at two in the morning. I want to be the one who shows up at the door with coffee and a heart that is just ready and amped for whatever truth you want to let sit square in the middle of the kitchen table. I want to take people as they are. I want to hold people as they come.

I want to be the mysterious one— the…

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Don’t Stop Fighting For The People You Love


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I miss fighting for people. I want to meet someone, and take a leap of faith, and fall in love. I want to love someone with all my heart, and not feel the need to apologize for it. I want us to lock stares across a room, meet in the middle, and say we’ve found it.

I’m saying this because for the first time in my life, I’m holding on. I am in one country, currently studying abroad, and he is on the other side of the world. When I go home, we won’t be living side-by-side. We will still be on opposite sides of the country, albeit that at least this time it’s the same country. So many people think it’s strange that I want to fight for someone who I can in no logical way be with. But I’ll be damned if I’m not going to try.


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