05 — Origin
A different rhythm
about.
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Baby Haley w/ holter monitor
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I had heart surgery when I was little. Grew up in a hospital. Was told I’d never pilot a plane, play sports, or do anything “of that nature.”
So when they finally said you’re free to go — I got into everything. Full ride to college on a volleyball scholarship. Academic on top.
I learned how to squeeze the juice out of every lemon. That’s the whole thing. That’s the rhythm.
What lights me up
Hummingbirds
THEY NEVER STOP. THEIR WINGS OSCILLATE IN A PATTERN ALL THEIR OWN. SAME.
Trees
THEY GROUND MY BUSY-BODY NATURE. REMIND ME TO BE STILL FOR A MINUTE.
A Loud Room
FULL OF PEOPLE BEING ENTIRELY THEMSELVES.
A Long Table
MIXED METALS. CANDLES BURNING DOWN. THE RIGHT KIND OF MESS.
No thanks
- ×Bad energy walking into a room
- ×Anything done purely for capitalist gain
- ×Being told what I can’t do
- ×Pink (give me a warm metal instead)
Find me on Instagram
In three words
Joyful.
Libra. Of course.
Squeezing the juice
A few selves

Headshot

Wonder Woman, by the train

On stage, purple lights

Black sand beach, Iceland

Greenhouse — you are beautiful

Café chair, with a friend
Want to build something?
Let’s find your rhythm.