hello ivory.

8:01 AM

I just want my words to be worth reading.


I want you to know me without ever hearing my name.
(it could happen you know.)

I want each of you to know I will always choose people over sleep, chocolate over vanilla, and honestly any road before treadmills.  I want you to believe me when I say that not-quite-18 doesn't mean I'm not ready for the East Coast and you can't wear high tops with shorts. Hear me when I say that I could make you a list of every swear word I've ever said and boy I've ever kissed but you can't convince me that open eyes see more than open hands. I know mountains are good for you and some memories look better on paper and words are for making people move.

And let me just say, 
Paris is for me.

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8 comments

  1. Sam FrazierAugust 31, 2014 at 1:24 PM

    "I know that mountains are good for you and some memories look better on paper and words are for making people move."

    I like that. A lot.

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  2. Hannah EliesonAugust 31, 2014 at 4:00 PM

    ^^^ just about to say that exact same thing. Let's be friends.

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  3. McKay UtleyAugust 31, 2014 at 5:47 PM

    "open eyes see more than open hands" is such a beautiful and true statement.

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  4. McKay UtleyAugust 31, 2014 at 5:47 PM

    P.S. your taste in music is flawless

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  5. savanna jonesAugust 31, 2014 at 8:58 PM

    "some memories look better on paper"

    chills .

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  6. Trevor PowersSeptember 1, 2014 at 12:23 PM

    Words are for making people move." Bingo. I think you got it.

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  7. Emma FSeptember 2, 2014 at 8:13 AM

    Love that you choose people over sleep. You're one of the good ones.

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  8. UnknownSeptember 10, 2014 at 10:04 AM

    You have my attention.

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