I watch the way he takes a casual drag, and then I place the hand-rolled cigarette between my lips, grasping it delicately with my fingers. The smoke streams from his mouth, as natural as breathing, and mingles with the warm air and the sky. It burns in my lungs as I inhale, and I clear my throat to keep from coughing. I am 25, and I am still trying to fit in. When he kisses me, I’m not sure if it’s the tobacco, or him, that sets my body buzzing. And I realize, I don’t have to try anymore.
An Afternoon at John Chesnut Sr. Park in Palm Harbor, Florida 04.16.2014
There ARE gators here! Quit a bit of them, actually. And they hide exceedingly well. That’s comforting.
April 1, 2014
I have officially been recording my life in tiny notebooks for five years! That brings me to nearly 13 small journals, all disheveled and messy with the very best and worst of me. Looking back, I sometimes find myself missing many things that I’ve left behind - places and people and life events. I think what I miss the most, though, is the different stages of myself. I miss the naive me and the heartbroken me, the hopeful me and the lost me. I cherish them all, and how they have helped to form the person I am now. I have grown so much, and I still have so much growing to do. I can’t wait to see who I will become next.
Hogwarts Castle, Wizarding World of Harry Potter at Universal Studios in Orlando, Florida
I have been waiting for this moment for a long, long time. There’s no way, really, to adequately describe the amazement at seeing your favorite book series brought to life. It is being a kid again. It is not caring who is staring at you and your stupid grin, because you just purchased your first wand and that is a very happy thing. It is allowing your imagination to take flight all over again. And it is letting yourself believe in magic.
The Florida Aquarium 03.29.2014