Six days, two countries, countless memories.
Little to no importance: # 241
There's a scar on my chin from last winter, when the ice and sidewalk conspired against me. There's another on my right wrist, its origins unknown. The index finger on the right is still crooked from being sliced in all those years ago. My left forearm still has the stain of an oil burn that refuses to fade. The most obvious is that which crowns my head and stretches from ear to ear. Fair skin punctuated with red dots and pink lines, small reminders of mistakes made, a nearly indivisible map to navigate my own personal history.
Lately, in photos.
Anonymous asked:
How on earth do you find men in this town! I seem to have no luck with it whatsoever.
I’ve been very lucky to meet some incredible men in my time here, it’s true. To be perfectly honest, I met my last serious significant other and my current mister through a ridiculous app on which you frantically swipe left and right through a bevy of potentials.
Anonymous asked:
Where have you gone?
I’m here.
Lately, in photos.
Spring has been pretty great so far.
I see you're talking about your new career. What're you doing now?
I answered this question just the other day, but I am a marketing manager at a luxury lifestyle company.
How's life been treating you?
Very, very well. :)
Anonymous asked:
Are you the girl that went to school at Bama? I know your blog name but I guess I havent seen you post recently or something, idk. Maybe Im mixing you up with another girl I follow.
I am a girl that went to school in Alabama, but not Bama Roll Tide, more Blazers.
what do you do nowwww? (Job)
I'm a marketing manager at a luxury lifestyle company. :)
I love your lifestyle,hope you could keep going
I don't plan on stopping anytime soon. Thank you, darling.
The last few weeks in photos: I've been absent, and spring has finally come to New York. Good things are happening.
Lately.
Please forgive me for what I wore when it was 5° outside.
Rebecca Rae
I've been struggling lately.
Last year, I was hiding away in the apartment with the guy I was seeing at the time It was in the middle of some idiotic romance comedy that my phone rang with my dad on the line. It was that night he told me he had been diagnosed with Parkinson's disease. I cried until my sides hurt despite him telling me it was ok, that with the medications now he would be fine. I believed him, eventually. Everything would be fine and carry on as usual.
It wasn't until I spoke to him a couple weeks ago that it hit me hard again.
"Rebecca, all I was trying to do was twist the tie on the bread, and it was such a fucking chore".
I haven't seen my dad since May, when Rich and I went down for my brother's wedding. He seemed fine then, but apparently things are deteriorating more quickly than expected.
I want to go home so badly, it's made me so sad in every other aspect of my day to day. I miss my dad.
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