TIFFANY NICOLE

06.16.16 On a Plane From Orange County, California to Charlotte, North Carolina My therapist thinks that I need to post on this blog more, and I don’t disagree, but it’s gotten quite difficult to write about things that are actually happening, at least on this medium, because 1) I made the fatal mistake of giving the blog link to one of my friends who then gave it to a bunch of other people, 2) I love writing, but I think that my artistic writing style really almost disappears when I’m writing about myself, and 3) I’ve been journaling a lot, which helps too.  So I’ve found this thing on Pintrest* that has a whole bunch of journal/writing prompts that I think I’m just going to address right here, right now. Then as the answering progresses, I might just go into some detail about real life. I don’t know, I mean I’m going to answer all of the questions like I would if I wasn’t going to post it on the internet, but you never know, I might go off on this giant tangent w...

05.14.16 north ridge, California  when I got to his house I didn't want to sit on his bed. he showed me his room and I sat on the floor. he probably though it was weird but I didn't want to come off as too aggressive.  he played the guitar for me. acoustic and electric. he asked me to sing with him and I did, even though I don't like to sing in front of other people.  then he started a movie. he told me that it was okay to sit on his bed so I did. it took him a while to hold my hand and when he did neither of us acknowledged it but we knew what was going on.  the movie wasn't stellar, I kept guessing what was going to happen. I laughed when he laughed so he would think I though it was funny.  when his parents came home he wanted me to meet them. I helped him unload groceries from their car. I sat on the couch with them while they talked about their plans for the week. his dad asked me if I was Jewish and I said "no I'm a Christian...

3.29.16 - 3.30.16 San Francisco, California I've always liked planes. I like exploring new places and cities and people. the cool kids call it “wanderlust.” I began describing myself as wanderlust long before they found out what it meant but now it's too mainstream to use.  I like to take my shoes off and press my feet into the floor and feel the vibrations of the plane. When it begins to accelerate on the runway I say a little prayer, "Lord," I say "please bless this plane and these pilots and these people. Help them find their purpose and bring them peace."  I put on my headphones and play nice music and turn it up real loud. Usually I look out the window but I close my eyes during take off with my feet pressed into the floor.  What gets me every time is the drop. The drop during take off when it feels like the plane is changing gears to get more speed, to have the engines work less. Every time it feels like the p...