Describing that painfully nostalgic feeling of siblings drifting apart.
“I could feel it in my teeth.” Journals, scans, tickets & film pics from local gigs.
Whether you want to be forever remembered as a famous figure, or simply want to live on through the hearts of loved ones, everybody wants to leave something for the world to remember them by.
I tried not to sleep for two days once, hoping the same would happen to me, but I feel too much to stay awake for that long.
Four days after my ex-boyfriend left me for another girl, I hopped on a plane to visit my family in Yankton, South Dakota. Surprisingly, these 7 days spent in a small mid western town cured my broken heart beyond belief. As you journey through my thoughts and feelings experienced throughout the week, I encourage you to listen to the songs listed. Each song expresses what I hope the pictures capture.
The photos on your phone will never amount to the emotion that rushes through you in the moment.
shot in may/june/july, developed in september. “we unclip our life jackets and dive under, pushing our hair back.”
Your presence does not go unacknowledged. No, really. There, on the concrete. The sun was at our feet and it was shaped like crescent moons.
Finding sugar in the folds of our sheets the next morning. I think, sometimes, I forget how to be 15.
the day I turned 15 – notes on feeling out of place, twirling under streetlamps and waitresses with pink hair.
Written by Emily Brower, Photos by Kyla Rain Does it ever hit you that everyone has their own thoughts, their own inner monologue, their own opinions they think inside their head but never say out loud? Everyone has their own experiences and feelings that no other person can even begin to understand, and no matter how hard you try to explain your inner monologue, you could never do it justice. When I fall in love with a band or a song I become completely infatuated and attached to these people that don’t even know I exist. I have all these thoughts about them racing through my mind and if someone were to ask me what I was thinking about, no arrangement of words would equate the thoughts in my mind. It’s crazy to me that people can just listen to a song or see a band in concert but not form some sort of emotional attachment to them. Two people can listen to the same song and for one, the experience of this one song could make their entire world flip upside …
“It doesn’t have to be a country or city, it can be a room or a person. I feel like I have more than one home.”