<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[Caie Writes]]></title><description><![CDATA[caie writes]]></description><link>https://www.caiewrites.com/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Tue, 30 Jun 2026 15:24:59 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.caiewrites.com/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[this road trip saved me]]></title><description><![CDATA[One week ago, I would have told you I was at the end of the line. That I had failed at the simple task assigned me and nothing lay on the other side of that. But then some old friends flew from their coast to mine to see me, and we got in my truck and drove. 	We drove through forests, lush and choked with green. Over mountains, noble and craggy and inlaid with snow. Across deserts with sweeping red rock hollowed by the wind and a lazy shallow river to float in. Through tiny towns frozen in...]]></description><link>https://www.caiewrites.com/post/this-road-trip-saved-me</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a1efc99f9e37e2aaa140531</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Jun 2026 15:54:47 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/33d5d3_2760cc9605f246b582dc80c7bb36fb5e~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_466,h_346,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>caiehelena19</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[a man in olympia]]></title><description><![CDATA[A man in a park somewhere in Olympia, narrow and tall and holding his small black dog on a leash in the shade. His skin is thin and crinkled like paper and when we get close I see a cigarette folded delicately between two of his fingers, almost down to the filter. He doesn't look as we walk past, but turns his head slightly, and I wonder if his face is curved in like a crescent moon.]]></description><link>https://www.caiewrites.com/post/a-man-in-olympia</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a1efae8ae0d73d1087e3edd</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Jun 2026 15:51:42 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/33d5d3_adb85aacbb6242c1b23ba5c57984bacf~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_735,h_490,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>caiehelena19</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[little red notebook]]></title><description><![CDATA[I’m so tired by the time I make it to the notebook section, having hunted for hours in the rainbow rooms of Powell’s books in that time-warped daze only books and their stores induce, running on drip coffee and a dry frosted scone. I had already developed a whole stack of stories, including a hardcover of I’ll Give You the Sun, a copy of the book that first introduced me to the idea of cutting, and a cheesy romance snagged sheepishly from the Booktok section. I cradle them to my chest, kept...]]></description><link>https://www.caiewrites.com/post/little-red-notebook</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a1ef6a5afbde1912579211a</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Jun 2026 15:32:03 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/33d5d3_0deebd042ad24e1e98f79881d3602b28~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_600,h_450,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>caiehelena19</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[gas station]]></title><description><![CDATA["I like your hair," a girl tells me timidly in the 7-11, half my height and made even smaller by the huge gray hoodie swallowing her in warmth and nubby cat ears. I wonder what she sees. 	I wonder if she saw me sitting on the curb dragging smoke into my lungs, hard-eyed as I flip-flopped my way into the little store. I wonder if she knows I braced my hands on the sink like some Cyberpunk character in the bathroom, sucking down shaky breaths and telling myself it was me looking back in that...]]></description><link>https://www.caiewrites.com/post/gas-station</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a1b94e4b2b59ee8f752b95f</guid><pubDate>Sun, 31 May 2026 01:59:59 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/33d5d3_1f149064814242348a9a3f2abbb591aa~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_500,h_500,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>caiehelena19</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[who i am]]></title><description><![CDATA[Sometimes I think I don't know who I am but right now I do, so I'm writing it down so I don't forget. 	My eighteenth summer I am gold skin and brown hair. I am jeans and tank tops, Gucci flora and strawberry chapstick. I am flip flops, the same faded green bag with the key to my bedroom on it and chipped black nail polish. I am long hours in the truck with my closest friends, playing contact and being sad but mostly happy. I am shitty tattoos and thin but not skinny. I am cigarettes smoked a...]]></description><link>https://www.caiewrites.com/post/who-i-am</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a1b838ab2b59ee8f752ac73</guid><pubDate>Sun, 31 May 2026 00:47:40 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/33d5d3_e9d6b8014ffb489db597c02f14a99e35~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_564,h_564,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>caiehelena19</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[my love letter to birds]]></title><description><![CDATA[Birds are everywhere. At the beach, on a wire, low to the sand and high above the sea. 	In this life I wear my wings around my neck instead of on my back, but in another life I'm one of them. In this life I'm grounded in a heavy body, with scars on my arm and a brain full of clutter, but in all of my dreams I can fly. It is this hope I live for, the human condition, the last spirit in Pandora's box. 	Sometimes I'm happy, sometimes I'm angry, sometimes I'm sad. But beauty has always been there...]]></description><link>https://www.caiewrites.com/post/my-love-letter-to-birds</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a0e3ac09209fbd4f4f2d99d</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 May 2026 23:05:19 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/33d5d3_a2dbebc3a7c14b96b9cbcf020b40e52b~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_735,h_490,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>caiehelena19</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[what i realized on one sunny day in california]]></title><description><![CDATA[Loving California means that your shoulders are always bare so that the sun can reach down and kiss them. It's wearing flip flops just in case you need to be barefoot at a moment's notice. It means sleeping with your window open and it means going to the store to buy an energy drink and a single avocado. It means getting gas is fun because even as your spirits drop watching one number go up so much faster than the other, they can't drop far in this kind of sun. 	Loving California means you're...]]></description><link>https://www.caiewrites.com/post/what-i-realized-on-one-sunny-day-in-california</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a0e37f496905735bfe79a7e</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 May 2026 22:45:28 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/33d5d3_bfb5a971cc684ab2a4da10a96cd7acd4~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_500,h_667,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>caiehelena19</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[cigs, good conversations and being in a bikini... what more could a girl want?]]></title><description><![CDATA[Grappling with a period of depression makes you analyze what matters. As someone who's good at getting myself out of ruts, I always come back to the same things: moving my body, being creative, and good human connection. It's hard to find those things in an age where consumption is the norm, and often I get so swept up in the feed that I forget myself. Digital chatter is so loud that it's easy to consume everything everybody else is doing until it replaces anything you might think to do...]]></description><link>https://www.caiewrites.com/post/cigs-good-conversations-and-being-in-a-bikini-what-more-could-a-girl-want</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a09598a0b9e4f37fd2956ae</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 May 2026 06:01:04 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/33d5d3_53e4ab3892ec425f8dacf82289613656~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_900,h_688,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>caiehelena19</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[purpose and belonging]]></title><description><![CDATA[I wake up this morning and am feeling urgency. 	Urgency, like when I didn’t understand rain as a Californian and made the mistake of going out in it in New York, and had to sprint-walk home, the whole time thinking oh shit oh crap I didn’t know rain could be like this. Urgency like I slept in until ten and went on my phone till ten thirty, but now I’m UP and the day is already basically over. Urgency like I have a purpose. 	I’ve been wallowing for months, since I gave up on the only dream I...]]></description><link>https://www.caiewrites.com/post/purpose-and-belonging</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a0806980b9e4f37fd26acc1</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 May 2026 05:55:55 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/33d5d3_52d8d45310b84c26a2cdfc1b30f899a2~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_573,h_657,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>caiehelena19</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[life and social media]]></title><description><![CDATA[It’s amazing how much our brains have adapted to consume. First thing in the morning, with my breathing still slow and even and my eyes cracked halfway like a baby bird’s, I reach over and take a hit: of outfit inspiration and creative pursuits and an endless stream of girls who are skinnier than me, with the occasional gen-z exclusive joke to water things down. When I have to piss I walk the whole fifteen feet across my house to grab my phone so that I can read someone’s opinion on babydoll...]]></description><link>https://www.caiewrites.com/post/life-and-social-media-today</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a0805f4df43effc8cdea671</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 May 2026 05:52:37 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/33d5d3_2020a6d44a5c4031bdb2bc1e21d3c19f~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>caiehelena19</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>