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  • Cheers to Your Phoenix

    This chapter was made for the
    moon roof sets
    sometimes those sun roof breaths.

    The barefoot ballerina parking lot dances
    you pray you never told em’ about..

    Your sacred and safe places
    being Yours
    Mine.
    introductions on a whim.
    Vulnerability attempts.
    Openness of trials.

    …and Errors?
    Reminding yourself how to breathe a life
    worth living again..

    This chapter was made for you.
    Me.
    Us.
    Here’s to the rebirth of
    Our’s
    Their’s..
    Whose it needs to be…
    A
    The
    My
    phoenix.

    ‘Cause we sure as
    All Hell
    ain’t gonna ever
    Go..
    or
    come back.
    —xo A

    —xoxo A

    Voting starts July 1, 2024 12:00am

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  • For Better (or for worse)

    Nothing quite like it huh..
    The darkest before the..?

    The City suffocation
    met with a hand
    asking to dance..

    In the yellow jeep—
    On the lake house dock—
    At the formals and those ‘parties’
    In the backyard with the bonfires—
    On the top of our lungs.
    At the NYC extravaganzas and all those weekend shows

    The City of suffocation
    met with a hand
    asking to dance..

    In the Uber—
    On the Amtrak—
    At the 100s of airports and all those adventures
    In the sunshine of JAX—
    On the island of Aruba—
    At every
    ‘hey how’ve ya been?!’
    but the moreso
    ‘see ya soon!’

    The City suffocation
    met with a hand
    asking to dance..

    In the kitchen—
    On the sidewalks of Back Bay—
    At the apartment—
    that we
    once called
    Ours.

    The City suffocation
    met with a hand
    that let—


    …go.

    In the bedroom.
    On the 6th.
    At the end—
    of my—
    world.

    Paralyzed.
    Numb.
    The City suffocation..

    A pride check—
    A truck ride—
    A bridge.
    The all ‘too familiars’
    welcomed home with a
    darkness.

    Yet a renewal
    out of something..
    Broken—
    A ‘failure-of-being’
    met with a
    comeback story.

    The ocean—
    Mom’s check-in hugs—
    Your ‘small town’ self—
    Family Sunday dinners—
    Where it all began.

    Give it a chance..
    what’s really left to lose?

    Familiar saviors
    with the warmth of
    our younger selves and
    all our innocent soccer days—
    met with strangers and a sense of
    out of place-gratefulness.

    A phoenix in a sense
    and of the sorts
    of it.
    5+ years later.
    Look at this fire—
    remember this fire
    of simple—
    yet pure—
    and the most genuine—
    magic.

    The darkest.
    Darkness.
    Light it all on fire.
    Jetty jumps.
    Ocean dives.
    The unplanned comeback story.

    The City suffocation
    met with a hand..
    this time—of her own—
    telling her to


    …dance.

    —xoxo
    A

    --xoxo, A

    Voting starts June 17, 2024 12:00am

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  • Thank you so much for the kind words. I have found it almost refreshing writing about myself, using my personal “disadvatages” to my strengths. Thank you so muh for your support! Keep doing what you do, and never change. The world needs more kind hearted and genuine humans like you. -xoxo A

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    • Keep standing tall.. on your tippy toes and fight for what you believe is right! That’s definitely more than enough reason to be so proud of yourself and to love yourself. Thank you for sharing. <3Lauren

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  • Team Tippy Toes

    genuine, whole hearted, full send 0-100.
    pinky promises with a side of sticky noted kind words–and those reminders I know you’ll forget about otherwise..
    the ‘who are you when no one’s watching?’ type of real, and the ‘don’t do something to someone that you wouldn’t want done to you’ type of deals.
    work hard, work harder, then play a little harder too.
    the little bit of ‘extras’ with a side of ‘I was just thinking of you.’
    values that hold a foundation, respect that demands the arrival,
    honesty to keep it all true, and humbleness to bring the pieces full circle.
    finding strength in the harder things, while staying grateful too–
    using the big girls’ voice, for the ones who get swept under the rug
    Team Tippy Toes for the ones told to ‘stay small’
    putting both feet back down to stand for the principles that matter
    and reminders of “one day at a time” for those forgetting who they are–
    stay humble, stay kind, stay genuine, stay true,
    stay weird, stay you.

    3 Tippy Toe steps forward, and 1 of em’ back,
    well hey, that’s still progress–
    and I love you for that.

    –xoxo,
    A

    -xoxo, A

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    Voting ends May 16, 2024 12:00am

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    • Your letter is beautifully written, A. It captures the essence of being genuine, kind, and true to oneself. Your words inspire strength, resilience, and a commitment to stand up for what matters. Keep embracing your uniqueness and making progress, one step at a time.

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      • Thank you so much for the kind words. I have found it almost refreshing writing about myself, using my personal “disadvatages” to my strengths. Thank you so muh for your support! Keep doing what you do, and never change. The world needs more kind hearted and genuine humans like you. -xoxo A

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        • Keep standing tall.. on your tippy toes and fight for what you believe is right! That’s definitely more than enough reason to be so proud of yourself and to love yourself. Thank you for sharing. <3Lauren

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  • thank you for the support and the kind words!

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  • the simply simples.

    Another 1st of the year
    Another round of
    “”resolution-ists’ bullshit”

    Another set..of another pair..
    Of numbers.

    No, no. No more numbers.
    Just the year of
    The More and The Less-es.
    The Simples.

    more kitchen ballet dances.
    less quiet cries.
    more lyrics that get ya
    less of the ones
    that were used..
    simply to manipulate
    you.
    more ‘look how far we’ve come’ s
    less ‘i’m supposed to be so much further’ s
    More of the simply Simples.

    More–
    “i’m sorry i hurt you.”
    “i’m here if you wanna talk.”
    “we can get through this.”
    “how can i help?”
    “it’s gonna get better.”
    “thanks for having my back.”
    “i got you–always.”
    “you’re stuck with me..”
    “–promise?”
    Always.

    –xoxo A

    Autumn Harrington

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    • I literally said out loud “Awww” when I finished reading this. I can feel your heart in this piece. Don’t be afraid to have fair boundaries and expectations from yourself and others. No excuses. You are so worthy. This is the year you are going to maintain what I call your circle of peace. Thank you for sharing and thank you for being part of our…read more

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    • I literally said out loud “Awww” when I finished reading this. I can feel your heart in this piece. Don’t be afraid to have fair boundaries and expectations from yourself and others. No excuses. You are so worthy. This is the year you are going to maintain what I call your circle of peace. Thank you for sharing and thank you for being part of our…read more

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  • 30 on 30

    The plan…the
    what..
    should have. could have
    been type of plan…

    And here we sit—
    as none of that
    exists these days.

    The plan..
    That life
    Those goals.
    Who are we—
    you—
    me—
    …now?

    Kill it with kindness
    they say.
    But where has that
    gotten me?

    30 on 30
    The Golden Year
    or so I’m told—
    Yet here we
    stay—
    sit—
    stick—
    …stuck?

    T-
    minus..who?
    Tried.
    Failed.
    Had the comeback.
    But now…
    what?

    Who sees you these days
    more so nights—
    sitting alone
    on rocks—
    in oceans—
    under moons?

    Keep it together…
    they—
    it—
    those—
    remind you.

    Golden.

    T-…
    minus..who?
    me?
    you?
    us?

    30 on 30
    1/3rd down
    …or so they say.
    Deep breaths—
    in—
    out.
    Sit. Be.

    30 on 30 was the
    supposed to be.
    So
    We—
    flip the script.

    And now
    we have a
    new plan.

    The now. The new. The plan. The story.
    And the supposed-to-be
    Of being.

    Cause age is just a number
    As so is the rest of life
    and beings.

    And nothing is
    unless you
    want it to be.

    And nothing was.
    unless you
    need it to be—
    too.

    30 on 30 looks different
    this time
    around..yet a blessing in
    that disguise.

    Here I am—
    watch
    me
    go.

    Cheers to me.
    ..wish you well.
    —xoxo A

    —xoxo A

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    • I remember being so anxious before turning 30. I began to evaluate and question everything about my life, from “Is there where I’m supposed to be in life?” to “Can I still wear short skirts?” My mind was racing. But 30 came and went and nothing really changed. keep living life. Keep enjoying life. And just keep being the best you. Thank you for s…read more

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