twelve months

i wrote this twelve months ago...it's funny how things can change so much, but still be the same.currently reading: wives and daughterscurrently quoting: "I am looking for someone to share in an adventure I am arranging and it's very difficult to find anyone. - j.r.r tolkien currently listening:xx. marcia

mangled thoughts + a cliche` quote

"my thoughts are stars that i cannot fathom into constellations." - john green.

did i just quote the most cliche` john green quote ever? um, yeah. it's super cheesy and cliche` (and honestly pathetic), but right now it's just accurate.
i feel like i have so many things spinning around in this head of mine. the starts of many good things, and the starts of some stupid things. but the thing is- i only have pieces of the puzzle. i can't seem to put the pieces (err. stars) together to form my constellations. it's so frustrating because my two favorite seasons have started, and i'm filled with anticipation and nostalgia. but i feel it's all going to waste because i can't get myself together.

i'm just sitting here thinking of all the things i want to start, stuff i want to write, photographs i want to take, places i want to go.... and it's just getting all twisted up.

basically, i just need to find a way to refocus and stop spinning.

currently reading: a tree grows in brooklyn - betty smith
currently quoting: "i'd rather have coffee than compliments right now." - jo march (lousia may alcott)
currently listening:


xx. marcia

i am...

i am the girl who sits up late a night with her headphones wrapped in a blanket of nostalgia.
i am the polaroid photos stashed away in a box.
i am the photographer who hides behind the camera because she's afraid of being on the other side.
i am the worn book stuck on the back of the shelf.
i am the dark gray sky right before a storm.

i am the wild sunflower hidden in the field.
i am the rays of sunshine coming through the blinds in the morning.
i am the tearfilled journal entries.
i am the one who hides away in a corner waiting.
i am the favorite photographs taped onto the wall.
i am the pencils and pens scattered across the desk instead of neatly standing in their mason jar.

i am the sound of the first drops of rain.
i am the the torn fingernail on the fourth finger.
i am the last autumn leaf on the tree.
i am the smell of cinnamon pumpkin spice lattes.

i am the first winter snow.
i am the girl who cries at night.
i am the country song on repeat.
i am the unmade bed and messy room.

i am the needle spinning on the record player.
i am the sleepless nights.
i am the stray curls that forever escape the bobby pins.
i am the stretch mark on my left thigh.
i am the summer starry night.
i am the dandelion dust dancing in the wind.

i am the lyric that plays over and over in your head.
i am the favorite pintrest board.
i am the memories of those long summer nights.
i am the favorite song on the radio.
i am the to-do lists written on the backs of old envelopes.

i am the books stacked on top of another row of books because of the lack of space on the shelf.
i am the little box under my bed filled with scraps of favorite memories and just ordinary life.
i am the dancing Pooh bear who is taped on the wall.
i am the stacked empty tea boxes which are no longer empty but filled with all sorts and bits of things.

i am the lost child saved by abundant grace.
i am redeemed.
i am  a l i v e.

(inspired by mikaliah's post)

bonjour!

hello, darling.

i created this space because i felt i needed some where i could be completely honest and real.
this is going to be personal. i struggle. i love too fiercely. i make mistakes. but i want to LIVE. because that is why i was created. this is going to be a journal of sorts, some days i might post a quote, a pretty photography, a song i'm obsessing over, or just what's on my heart... i don't know how often i'll post, it may be every day for a time. it may be once a month. i really don't know...

honestly, i'm not sure where this is all going, but i have a feeling it will all work out.

"Getting by on just a little sleep and coffee cups, learning through the downs, living for the ups. All I know is that I feel alive, and it's a real good ride." 

better than this - hunter hayes

xx. marcia