kai in the middle

It just makes me so overwhelmingly happy that my old name is not something wrapped in grief. It doesn’t represent a loss. It is something we can smile about and remember even if it doesn’t fit me anymore.

Wodaabe woman. Chad Jimmy Nelson

Colmar in Alsace, France (via vsco.co)

— Kanika Lawton, from “Hot Mess,” published in Vagabond City

The Pacific Northwest is fucking Perfect

I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I fall in. I am lost. I am helpless. It isn’t my fault. It takes forever to find a way out.  Stage 2:  I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I pretend I don’t see it. I fall in again. I can’t believe I am in this same place. But it isn’t my fault. It still takes a long time to get out.     Stage 3:  I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I see it is there. I fall in…it’s a habit…but my eyes are open. I know where I am. It is my fault. I get out immediately.  Stage 4:  I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I walk around it.  Stage 5:  I walk down a different street. 

Tegan’s shirt here is the Oversized Blouse In Contemporary Print from ASOS. (No longer available)

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