"Jealous of the moon for how it moves the waves." ☾★☽
Alissa, 22, NYC/Long Island.
Cancer survivor, feminist, Fordham University at Lincoln Center alum, Class of 2015. Aspiring journalist (but maybe publisher or publicist or author or event planner), (mostly tap) dancer, lover of tattoos, piercings, concerts, music, Disney World, Pretty Little Liars, F.R.I.E.N.D.S, boy bands, writing, reading more YA novels now than I did in high school, boots (especially of the combat sort), dark lipstick, parentheticals, drinking tea, black coffee, white wine, whiskey and cosmopolitans, the oxford comma, riding trains while listening to a good playlist, sunny days, long drives by myself (or with good company and sing-alongs), beaches and oceans and bodies of water, and laughing way too loudly, far too often. ✿ You belong among the wildflowers; you belong somewhere you feel free. ✿
sometimes i forget how many times i’ve picked myself off the floor, how many times i’ve washed away smudgy makeup and put myself to bed. how many times i’ve said no to something unhealthy. said yes to something good. how many times i’ve treated myself with kindness and patience. i forget how many times i’ve tended to wounds and made peace with my own anger. if i was taking care of a body that was not my own, i’d believe i was doing everything i could. so here’s to remembering that i’m doing the best i can.
