Congratulations to The Normal Heart for their 16 nominations for The Emmy

I was tagged, like basically everyone else, to post six selfies. (Thank you, dear Kylie. <3) 

For every one thing I like about each photo, I could probably think of at least a dozen things I hate. But that’s not the point of this! Dude, this is me! Regardless of what I or anyone else thinks, this is me and nothing can change that. I’m still chugging along on that long and hard journey to self-love and hey, why not join in on the fun and post some photos. You should do the same!!! 

But I have seen the best of you and the worst of you, and I choose both. I want to share every single one of your sunshines and save them for later. I will tuck them into my pockets so I can give them back to you when the rain falls hard. Friend, I want to be the mirror that reminds you to love yourself. I want to be the air in your lungs that reminds you to breath. When the walls come down, when the thunder rumbles, when nobody else is home, hold my hand, and I promise I won’t let go.

Sarah Kay (x)

Hi friends.

I’m feeling really weird and stressed out and overworked tonight, so here are some good memories from my weekend. New York is magical and exciting and unexpectedly beautiful in so many ways. But no matter how many little pockets of beauty I discover here, thoughts of home are always in the back of my mind.

Having such a emotional connection to home is a blessing and a curse. I booked my plane ticket for a Georgia visit in September and I’m looking forward to going back to the place I love the very most. However, I also know it’ll be a little painful. Seeing the place I grew up, the people I love, and experiencing the comforts of home only to have them ripped away all over again five days later will not be the easiest thing for my heart to handle. 

I really do feel like a wimp admitting that I’m struggling with homesickness, but it’s the truth. It doesn’t make me any less grateful for the opportunities I’ve been given in a new place and it doesn’t mean I’m unhappy. I’m just awfully sentimental, so big life changes aren’t the easiest thing for me to deal with. I’m sure a lot of y’all know exactly how I feel. 

For now, all I can really do is carry on, rely on the people who love me, attempt positive thinking, and trust that time will continue to help me and heal me.


Bon Iver // Heavenly Father

It’s happening.  

It’s taboo to admit that you’re lonely. You can make jokes about it, of course. You can tell people that you spend most of your time with Netflix or that you haven’t left the house today and you might not even go outside tomorrow. Ha ha, funny. But rarely do you ever tell people about the true depths of your loneliness, about how you feel more and more alienated from your friends each passing day and you’re not sure how to fix it. It seems like everyone is just better at living than you are.

A part of you knew this was going to happen. Growing up, you just had this feeling that you wouldn’t transition well to adult life, that you’d fall right through the cracks. And look at you now. La di da, it’s happening.

Your mother, your father, your grandparents: they all look at you like you’re some prized jewel and they tell you over and over again just how lucky you are to be young and have your whole life ahead of you. “Getting old ain’t for sissies,” your father tells you wearily.

You wish they’d stop saying these things to you because all it does is fill you with guilt and panic. All it does is remind you of how much you’re not taking advantage of your youth.

You want to kiss all kinds of different people, you want to wake up in a stranger’s bed maybe once or twice just to see if it feels good to feel nothing, you want to have a group of friends that feels like a tribe, a bonafide family. You want to go from one place to the next constantly and have your weekends feel like one long epic day. You want to dance to stupid music in your stupid room and have a nice job that doesn’t get in the way of living your life too much. You want to be less scared, less anxious, and more willing. Because if you’re closed off now, you can only imagine what you’ll be like later.

Every day you vow to change some aspect of your life and every day you fail. At this point, you’re starting to question your own power as a human being. As of right now, your fears have you beat. They’re the ones that are holding your twenties hostage.

Stop thinking that everyone is having more sex than you, that everyone has more friends than you, that everyone out is having more fun than you. Not because it’s not true (it might be!) but because that kind of thinking leaves you frozen. You’ve already spent enough time feeling like you’re stuck, like you’re watching your life fall through you like a fast dissolve and you’re unable to hold on to anything.

I don’t know if you ever get better. I don’t know if a person can just wake up one day and decide to be an active participant in their life. I’d like to think so. I’d like to think that people get better each and every day but that’s not really true. People get worse and it’s their stories that end up getting forgotten because we can’t stand an unhappy ending. The sick have to get better. Our normalcy depends upon it.

You have to value yourself. You have to want great things for your life. This sort of shit doesn’t happen overnight but it can and will happen if you want it.

Do you want it bad enough? Does the fear of being filled with regret in your thirties trump your fear of living today?

We shall see.

Hi Tumblr! Gah, it’s been a while! I was just reunited with my one true love (wifi) so I’m finally here to give you a little update and check up on some of my favorite people. :) 

So, I’ve been living in New York for close to five weeks now and I FINALLY GOT A JOB! I’m currently in the middle of my second week of work. I’m working as a household manager (more accurate term than ‘nanny’) for a fabulous family in the suburbs of New York City. Apparently Beyoncé owns a house about a mile away if that tells you anything. The area is very nice.

The best parts of the job? The mom of the family is from Georgia (just like me)! Actually from a town in the mountains two hours away from Athens that I know like the back of my hand. So she’s an amazing lady with a gorgeous Southern accent which is like honey to my ears and is SO hard to come by up here. She makes me feel so at ease and at home. I adore her and feel privileged to spend time around a person as sweet and spunky as her. Also, THIS FAMILY HAS A DOG. I REPEAT, THEY HAVE A DOG! I am in love with him. He’s a Norwegian Elkhound. We have a special bond. I miss my sweet Boone-dog so much that I can hardly stand to think about him (I’ll cry and cry), but Titan helps to fill the void. 

I’ve already had some pretty crazy, “fancy” experiences with this family. I feel like a fish out of water. It’s given me quite a bit of perspective and made me SO grateful for my family and the way I was raised. I work in a family with three teenagers, and none of them know how to do laundry. They’ve never had to wash a dish and somebody else has always cleaned their room and folded their clothes. I have known, like most people, how to do those things from a young age. It’s ridiculous to me that some kids grow up not knowing how to take care of themselves. A few days ago I called my parents and cried (sobbed, really) to them on the phone about how much I love them and how they always provided me with everything I needed and raised me in a humble home. 

When I’m not working I’m spending time in the city. NYC is exhilarating… and draining. Like I’ve talked about the before, the food is brilliant. It’s my favorite part of being there. The atmosphere is unlike any other place. I’m so glad I’m so close to one of the coolest places in the world and I’m excited to explore it even further. More museums! More desserts! More ramen! More creepy people on the subway! More sweating through my clothes! More sore feet! 

One more thing: even though I live in the north now, I will never stop saying “y’all.” I don’t care how many weird looks I get (because oh, I get them). NEVER “YOU GUYS,” ALWAYS “Y’ALL.” 

Over and out.  

(P.S. click on the individual photos for the captions. They’ll tell you where each photo was taken!)



omg i’m so excited i missed y’all so much

Be proud of your place in the Cosmos. It is small, and yet, it is.

Cecil Palmer (x)

New York, your food. YOUR FOOD… oh goodness. Trying all of the trendy desserts is possibly my favorite thing to do. Momofuku Milk Bar, Big Gay Ice Cream, Shake Shack, Sprinkles… I die. I still need to go to Four & Twenty Blackbirds, Levain Bakery, Doughnut Plant and I need a cronut. Please let me know if you have any (relatively inexpensive) restaurant/bakery/ice cream shop recommendations, folks! 

Also, life is still so freakin’ weird. I hardly have a moment to myself unless it’s the weekend or after 10pm… and I fall asleep by 10:30 most nights. Stress and anxiety levels are fairly high and I’ve been known to break down in inconvenient places, but thankfully I have a few people who keep me grounded. And wow, can I just say thank goodness for FaceTime? I “hung out” with my family (INCLUDING MY SWEET DOG) for a few hours on Sunday and it really felt like I was home. 

Much love until next time! Who knows when that will be… :( Pretty much the only social media outlet I’m “active” on right now is Instagram if you would like to follow along: lindsey__harris <— double underscore

I miss hanging out here. Hopefully life will kind of calm down soon and I can come back and see what everyone’s up to. Until then, please reblog a few hundred gifs of Harry Styles in my behalf. Thank you kindly. 

TUMBLR. How the heck are you? I’ve missed you. I’ve been busy out of my mind, you know, driving and moving and exploring an unfamiliar place and such. I don’t have time for a full update right now, but look at this tiny lil vid of my fun Saturday in Brooklyn!

Life is so weird at the moment. Weirder than ever before. I’m okay though (I think). Just in limbo! Waves of homesickness come and go. Anyway, LOVE YA MISS YA TALK TO YA LATER XOXOXOXO.


something about memories

Load the car and write the note. Grab your bag and grab your coat. Tell the ones who need to know— we are headed north. One foot in and one foot back, but it don’t pay to live like that. So I cut the ties and I jumped the tracks for never to return. 

Need your recs.

I’m driving up to New York next week for my big move (ahhh!) and I need things to keep me entertained in the car. Anybody have any good music, podcast, or audiobook suggestions? Or even your best tips on how to stay alert while driving long distances? I’m feeling so uninspired and my mind is blank. I need some solid suggestions! Thank you!

Edit: I’m thinking maybe Welcome to Night Vale (podcast series)… I don’t know much about it but I see people talking about it all the time. Is it good? 


i didn’t realize growing up meant dying inside but hey it’s whatever