sierraodessa lineage. 1d

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sierraodessa I haven't been sleeping well and when my life gets messy all I want to do is crawl back home. I keep thinking about life before the noise. Before home split into two, then three, then shattered completely. 2d

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sierraodessa I hope someday you fall asleep by yourself and it's because you want to. I hope the honey on your tongue tastes sweet, and that the whiskey burns, and the blisters on the bottoms of your feet remind you to stop walking home barefoot.
Of all the things you learn, I hope loving only the things that are good for you climbs to the top of the list. Like the sky at sunrise, like calling home, and the boy with eyelashes too long for his own good. Wars are waged for much less, but I hope you forgive the love left in the hands of others when you felt like it should've been given to you.
5d

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sierraodessa 80 degree heat and children are selling ice cold water by the dollar. The air is filled with life. People dance in the streets and one house has it's door wide open and music floats out onto the sidewalk -- an open invitation to come on in and stay for awhile. Something tells me that if I walked up onto that porch i'd be greeted by someone who calls me baby; the good kind that rolls off the tongue the way musical notes do and makes you feel warm way down in your stomach.

I want to bottle this moment. The sky is a watercolor and the day is ending but no one seems to care. If this is the closest I ever get to pure and simple joy, I will consider myself lucky.
5d
  •   mossoballagustin Love your words! 5d
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  •   la__dolcevita_ That's beautiful. 5d
  •   theestoryof Stunning. I can see you publishing your photography in a book with wonderful writings beneath each capture. Your photos already tell stories but your writings are also spectacular! 5d

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sierraodessa lineage. 6d

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sierraodessa A little light found in an old photo book in Georgia from the 1920's. 6d

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sierraodessa Georgia weekend hangs with grammy Madear, talking swap meets, slot machines, and bingo. 1w

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sierraodessa Lately you've reminded me of a honeybee.
When you're gone I wonder where you are. When you're here, I'm hoping you won't sting because I know it'll hurt us both. I've been making it a habit to look at people in love, then looking at people who have lost it.
I've found there's something beautiful about a garden that blooms even after a freak April frost and I compare it to how most of the time when someone smiles, they are magic no matter how bruised their heart is. When I was thirteen I refused to wear shoes for the entire summer and I was constantly being stung by bees hiding in the clover in the backyard. If I've learned anything from my swollen feet it was that you had to dig the stinger out. You had to remove the source of the hurt if you ever wanted the pain to subside. I've been digging out a few stingers lately. Even still, I hope you're doing well.
1w

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sierraodessa Everyone's hands feel like fire these days. 2w

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sierraodessa Pieces of me, and you, and every season since the first one. Our tongues were blue, and we were laughing, and we would fall asleep with the balcony doors open just to hear the wind. You look different now, and it's the kind of different that feels like stitches -- only a slight sting that holds the promise of healing. I fell asleep holding your hand and I woke up just as the sky was turning pink with your fingers still wrapped around mine. I think this is what it feels like to gulp fresh air after seeing how long you could hold your breath while underwater. 3w

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sierraodessa In the rain. 🌧 1mon

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sierraodessa I forget about you long enough to remember who I want to be. It's nothing personal, we say. I'm trying to be everything I ever said I would be. I am small town smiles. I am unlit matches in a purse too big to find anything. I am days spent entirely in bed just because I was home and it smelled like sixteen. I am bloody knuckles against concrete. I am sunburned, scarred shoulder blades. My dad gave me flowers a few days before he passed away and they sit pressed between book pages and that's my way of saying "beauty never ends." – Some days that's all I've got and most days, that's more than enough. 1mon
  •   lightiswhite You are my favorite writer and ive read many famous writers and still you rise above them all. What a gem, what a light you are. I hope you never stop becoming what you are meant to become. 1mon
  •   melriah endlessly shedding light 1mon
  •   liza.shelestun I would love to photograph you 1mon

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sierraodessa 110th St Glory. 1mon

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sierraodessa I am back roads and fireflies and a dream ten sizes too big. 1mon

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sierraodessa Wash day for the neighbors. 1mon

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sierraodessa No short story this morning but the lighting is 🏼. 1mon

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