freedom – Orla O'Muiri

Photo Essay | My little sister’s escape to nature

“We are crooked souls, trying to stay up straight.” “It’s time to remember what it’s like to feel alive.” – Northlane

A Snowboarder’s World

Clotted blood decorates my nose and mouth. It is beginning to morph into an ugly shade of yellow. The scabs have arrived. My thighs and arms host a pattern of bruises. It will hurt to sit for a while. I look like shite, like I’ve been tossed off a bridge or fought in an unlicensedContinue reading “A Snowboarder’s World”