Ashlin B
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I just got home from a road trip with a girl who carries a bright yellow bag that has a cartoon frog plastered across the front. And for the first time in months, I remembered that sometimes you can’t stand steady on your own. Sometimes, you need to wrap your hands around something that can help…
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I thought I’d remember everything about that moment when it finally came. I would have bet anything that I would notice the song that was playing in the dressing room. I thought that it would be a moment that would go down in a cinematic fashion. I was sure that when it finally came I…
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Our adventure wasn’t for the faint of heart. From day one I carried the knowledge that I wouldn’t be the same when I came home. You never are, you know. You can’t go on a journey and come back and be the same person who boarded that plane. You know before the wings are in…
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“Let’s just buy the tickets and go…” These are the words Jordan said to me as we sat in different states, phones pressed to our ears, and our hands gliding across our laptop keyboards. We decided that sometimes you just have to click BUY and stop asking the infamous what if questions. We bought the tickets that night. Michael…
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I think you’ve got to ask yourself. “Where does this pain come from?” I think it’s okay to ask yourself where the hurt all started, and when you figure it out, let’s kick it to the curb. You’re not afraid to let people see the tidy parts of who you are, but you’re terrified of the…
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“DON’T LET THEM PAINT YOU RED.” She reminded me of when the cards told Alice that the white roses were a mistake. I pulled pain from the cracks of my heart as I thought about how many times I had let them make me feel that way. I let my mind replay all the times…
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You’ve done everything you can. I need you to hear me on that. If love were water, your hair would be dripping and your boots would be filled. You’d be choking on the gallons flowing out of your mouth. I’ve watched you love when it meant ripping your ribcage wide open. I’ve watched you toss…
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In one week I will turn twenty-two. I don’t really know how to feel about that. Sometimes I wish I could write a letter to myself last year at this time. I wish I could tell newly twenty-one year old Ashlin what to expect in the year ahead. If I could buy her a latte,…
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“Baby, you’re going to be quite alright.” These are the words I heard sitting in my car this morning. I was just staring at bare tree branches during the final moments of the morning’s thunderstorm. Just seconds before, it had taken everything I could muster not to just sit down in the floor of Target’s…
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You were always free to walk away. From the person in the photographs in your drawer. The one you see in mirror made by their words. The person you were at your twentieth birthday. The person who became a doormat in the name of devotion. You were always free to walk away from being that person. Shake…
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