52 weeks words + images | week fifteen
gardening — Life tells us to bloom where we are planted; essentially, to accept our fate and make the best of it, […]
gardening — Life tells us to bloom where we are planted; essentially, to accept our fate and make the best of it, […]
under seas — When I was a child, escape was crucial to survival. I would close the door to my bedroom and […]
closed windows — It can be a heady thing, thinking of all the other potential lives that lie just outside your own. […]
for her — I have a vast collection of shells, many of which I didn’t even have to look for; they simply […]
move — These shoes are like coming home. Every day, I remind my body of what it can do and from where […]
sur la pointe — Aching bones, shooting pains through the arch of my foot, toes that bruised and bled. I was a […]
cage-free — He told her that her rib cage was big to accommodate the size of her heart. Without the confines of […]
veins — The blue veins traversing beneath your skin are your map. Behind alabaster walls, a current roars through the delicate ropes […]
milk — And we were the girls who were told we’d be ‘spoiled’ if we let anything inside us before marriage; a […]
immortal spirit — The 1937 edition of Webster’s Universal Unabridged Dictionary defines ‘soul’ as: a word common to the Teutonic languages; Grimm […]