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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 cig

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

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 Califo

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