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blood vessel veins spanning the climb. i scratched my notebook with illegible facts about the insides of our bodies. how my lungs sigh with the terrain. how they sigh heavy with unreturned feelings. my right hand sharpied ¬†with the statement, “you choose the version of life without me.” actively. present tense. the sun is blazing the fundamental truth. grasping. that your heart. beat. beat. beat. beat. is temporary. and so is mine.

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sun bathe

ripe skin on dry dirt. i turn my back, sit with my spine. sun bathe some deep sighs. befriend the afternoon lizards and spy on the happiness of leaves. the hello sway. transiently unfold my heart in the subtle heat and number the forehead wrinkles smiling in the pathways. i become a repeat offender of not brushing my hair. letting the tangles whisk in the brass ground. red hair dye and fingernail gunk. arriving slowly. meeting you in my mind was a mistake.

fervently, mute style

Shop Girl

There is a slight edge to my smile when someone compliments me on an outfit, especially because over the past two years I’ve developed an entirely thrifted wardrobe.

My roommate and I are cleansing our closets in hopes of sharing the love of unique and vintage finds with you! As well as compressing our wardrobes to fit into suitcases.

Our lives are in these clothes. From hiking and writing poems. From performing and appearing in BuzzFeed videos . . . That’s the cool thing about buying second-hand. The stories. And now you get the opportunity to write the next chapter.

Which is why, with each purchase, we plan to include a handwritten note about some of the fun experiences and places we wore these clothes.

The Depop Shop is heating up! So be such to check it out and snag the items you love.

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*All funding is going towards the upcoming summer 2017, “The Naked Heart Tour.” I have been away from blogging for a minute. The past two weeks have been fully devoted to contacting venues, researching fees, and creating promotional materials to make this project a reality! As lead cinematographer, I will not only be supporting two of my college friends, but have the opportunity to film the entire journey which will later be submitted to film festivals. Be sure to check back on the blog for more insight into this tour and the behind the scenes prep.

xoxo,

Mute Style

24. hush hide

DSC_0058DSC_0093.jpgDSC_0077.jpghush hide. kiss the tide of cadmium. mustard doors. leaning on spokes. trespassing the tender circulation of inner organs. pushing blue blood and blah blah words. “love.” the delicate petaled touch in our mouths. polka-dotted minds with many-hued days. the breathless wind wound on the tip of our tongues. pallid eyelids surviving the placement of warning signs. pretending they aren’t there. overwhelming. landscapes whispering tender bewilderment. “love,” i remember when you almost said it.

xoxo,

mute style

21. siding with the river

held in the arms of spring. a coil. curled loosely around my ankles and sweeping my saturated and dry hair. sweat swims in the canyon alongside the rabbits. the loaves of bread baked and climbed as the sun grins wider. clicking through the machine at union station for the early ticket. riding in the dark until the first signs of day appear through the window. the shadows of palms, the morning traffic, the peach sky rising in the east. dribbles of juice in my eyelids. more steps. more strangers. lemon donut filling and strong coffee. mothers and children dressed in head to toe green. celebrate irish heritage. contortions. finding myself bent from daydreaming of somebody. limbs slouched and extended. wondering if he is ever thinking the same things. pressing wild flowers to my face. loving the decision to disappear for the day. until next time, riverside.

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xoxo,

mute style