always august
always august
may your weeds be wild flowers
 
 

Welcome, Beautiful Souls

Every morning when I wake up, I want to fall in love with life.

 
 
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Just wanna talk about the rebrand for a minute. This won’t be beautiful—it’s going to be messy, but it’s me. I’ve gone through the fire this past year. I’ve uprooted myself and tilled the soil and now it’s time for the flowers to grow. It’s time for new. This rebrand is me, it’s who I’m becoming. Im always august, welcome to the bloom. 

I wrote a poem about a year ago, and I think it sums up my rebrand flawlessly:

I can't imagine what it feels like to be a tree in spring.

Something once so desolate now brimming with life. 
Does it hurt, I wonder, to bloom?

Do the moments and days leading up to the lush, green foliage bring pain? 
I can't help but wonder. Isn't that pain a beautiful one.

The pain of growth, knowing that in the end, you will be complete because of it.

 

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