sierraodessa Spent yesterday museum hopping and ended up at @mocpchi for "MoCP at 40."
Sally Mann's work for #ImmediateFamily is my absolute favorite.
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sierraodessa This morning I was thinking about the heart three sizes too big inside my chest. I was thinking about how I wish it were smaller, how I wish I didn't feel so much. This morning I climbed out of bed and opened the window to let the light in, for once. I was thinking about the little girl with the patent leather shoes and how I was her and how I wish I could tell her that I'm sorry. But without all these scars I wouldn't have a story and I wouldn't be able to see myself so clearly in the mirror, freckled sun-spots and all. And though the words "be gentle" repeated over and over again in my head have created a certain kind of lullaby, I am getting there. Some nights my teeth are clenched so hard my temples ache, but I think of all the love I've given away to other people and how much of them I've stowed away in my ribcage. I think of how I wouldn't trade the things I've felt, even when the feeling felt like walking on broken glass. I owe it to the little girl with the patent shoes to feel everything as it comes. I'm not a shell. I'm not hollow. This morning I climbed out of bed and put one foot in front of the other and I fell in love with the way they looked against the morning light. 1d

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sierraodessa A frozen Lake Michigan. 2d

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sierraodessa My niece Camilah — at nine. 5d

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sierraodessa A simple Sunday w/ @leonbridgesofficial. 6d

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sierraodessa after work commute. + 7d

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sierraodessa @leonbridgesofficial viewing the works of Gordon Parks: A Segregation Story 1956 — Showing now thru February 20th @ the Rhona Hoffman Gallery, Chicago. 1w

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sierraodessa When it rains it sounds like white noise everywhere. Lately I've been trying to figure out how to fill in the spaces I've left behind without forgetting who I became in my absence. There are some mornings I lay in bed and stare at the paint chips on the windowsill, and I wonder what it would feel like to be whole again after all this time. 2w

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sierraodessa Please understand that I have been waiting to leave ever since I figured out there were roads willing to take me anywhere I wanted to go. 2w

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sierraodessa When the week ends w/ @leonbridgesofficial. 2w

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sierraodessa Weekend hangs w/ @leonbridgesofficial— lookin' like old Harlem. 2w

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sierraodessa I know what it feels like. I know what it means to be half way in love with the wrong person. I also know what it means to be half way in love with the right person who isn't brave enough to meet you the rest of the way. I know how you want these people to be different, but I know how even the right person can be wrong if you say "what do you want" and they watch your hands shake and can't bring themselves to say "you." I'm trying to fill in the spaces that people leave behind when they don't say the things you need them to. I know sometimes apologies are found in the sound of a door slamming, or the ache you feel when you don't want them to go, but can't make them stay. It is all a hundred paper cuts that no one but you can see and it stings and the stinging is the only thing that makes sense. You can be wrong about people and still believe in the goodness of them. Sometimes that is the only bandaid we get. 3w

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sierraodessa a moody chicago. 3w

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sierraodessa snow day. 3w

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sierraodessa And thinking back to warmer days with this lil fella, Timmy. || #vscofilm 4w

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sierraodessa My niece, Camilah, at nine. 🌞 || #vscofilm 4w

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sierraodessa Sometimes the future corners me. You see, one minute I'm falling asleep to the sound of my mothers voice and that annoying porch light that never went out, no matter how badly I wanted to sleep, and the next minute I'm twenty eight stories high in an apartment states lines away from the pencil marks dashed across the hallway wall to mark how awkwardly I grew up. Like, one day I'm graduating and the next I'm meeting my parents and old friends obituaries and I just want to make sure I've got enough time. 4w

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