on being alive.

on fernweh, carlotta posed this question:

and it really made me think.

-laying in a field of daisies that literally went as far as the eye could see-

-being in the open air five hundred feet above long beach island-

-running through the rain and ducking into a small coffee shop on portobello road-

-tie dying until our hands were purple and our feet were muddy-

-dancing to live reggae music in the tiniest little gallery space-

-plunging into an ice cold river with the sun streaming down-

-that 38 minute flight from new york to boston-

there's something spectacular

that comes out of being alive,

not being the past and not being the future.

there is no past or future.

it's just you and now and here.

my incredibly talented best friend wrote these words for a video project and i can't think of a better way to say it.

raving.

have i raved yet on here about fernweh? if so, here i go again. fernweh is an online magazine run by some of the most creative, lovely, inspiring girls i know. seriously, everything they post is insanely beautiful.

and guess what? i write an article for them on travel, photography, and john green. you can head over to read it tomorrow, and while you're there, give some love to katie, libby, kendall, abbey, carlotta, and hannah! bookmark it as well, trust me, you won't regret it.

(p.s. you probably won't regret buying orange skinny jeans either. love.)