Wide Awake.

This is my writing. This is about life transitioning from Vegas to the Midwest. About missing someones or somethings.

When I was a kid, I had this puzzle with all fifty states on it- you know, the kind where you have to fit them all together. And one day I got it in my head that California and Nevada were in love. I told my mom, and she had no idea what I was talking about. I ran and got those two pieces and showed it to her—California and Nevada, completely in love. 

So a lot of the time when we’re like this—the back of my ankles against your ankles, your knees fitting into the back of my knees, your thighs on the back of my legs, my back against your stomach, your chin folding into the crevice of my collarbones—-I can’t help but think about California and Nevada, and how were a lot like them. If someone were drawing us from above as a map. That’s what we’d look like; thats how we are.

To the girl that has been stealing my writing for the last 4 months and posting it to Facebook and then was stupid enough to add me on Facebook,

You’re real fuckin’ cool.

Love always, 


love & distance
Finding deer carcass always makes for the best photo op. @rrrachel08