Ft. Lauderdale Alex

About Me 

I usually go by Alex.

I graduated from the University of Mississippi with a Bachelor of Arts in English Literature and Film Studies.

I live with John and our two dogs, Tanner and Bentley. 

I am an Editor at The Wild Hunt Magazine as well as a Content Strategist in South Florida. 

But I am a reader before anything else. I love pirates and dragons and characters who teach me that everything is possible in this world. 

And I write. Quite a bit.

 

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"I've never been loved like this before, and I resist it, every day, because I do not deserve it. Real love feels less like a throbbing, pulsing animal begging for its freedom and beating against the inside of my chest and more like, 'Hey, that place you like had fish tacos and I got you some while I was out,' as it sets a bag of spotted grease on the dining room table. It's not a game that you don't understand the rules of, or a test you never got the materials to study for. It never leaves you wondering who it could possibly be texting at 3:00 a.m. or what you could possibly do to make it come home and stay there." -Samantha Irby, We Are Never Meeting in Real Life ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀HI. This guy. These four years. The most fun. No one knows how excited I am to marry Johnny K.
"I take time out from housecleaning my bookshelves and sitting on the rug surrounded by books in every direction scrawl you a Bon Voyage. I hope you and Brian have a ball in London. He said to me on the phone: "Would you go with us if you had the fare?" and I nearly wept. But I don't know, maybe it's just as well that I never got there. I dreamed about it for so many years. I used to go to English movies just to look at the streets. I remember years ago a guy I knew told me that people going to England find exactly what they go looking for. I said I'd go looking for the England of English literature, and he nodded and said: "It's there." Maybe it is, and maybe it isn't. Looking around the rug one thing's for sure: it's here. The blessed man who sold me all my books died a few months ago. And Mr. Marks who owned the shop is dead. But Marks & Co. is still there. If you happen to pass by 84 Charing Cross Road, kiss it for me? I owe it so much." ― Helene Hanff, 84, Charing Cross Road #amreading
"Can you wait until exit 38A?" We weren't even supposed to be driving. We had planned to take an early train up to the city for a wedding, but John felt it would be easier to just take a car instead. "That's fine," I said, scrolling through a Spotify playlist. My nail polish was messy and chipped. "It doesn't matter." It really didn't matter, because I had absolutely no idea where we were. I only realized when we pulled off the exit ramp and I saw the sign for Pole Green Road, and my hand shot up to cover my mouth. "Do you know where we are?" "No," John said, his eyes roaming curiously over me. "John," I said, "this is where the church is." I found John looking at me, smiling. Because my eagerness and excitement about the world and moments like these still somehow fascinate and excite him, too. We silently parked and found our way to the front of the skeleton church where two men were taking photos. One of them asked if I wanted him to take one of us. "Yes," I said, smiling even though my face was covered in tears. "Does this place hold a special meaning to you?" He handed my phone back to me. I didn't know what to say. I didn't tell him that I had been thinking of this church on a weekly basis since I first found it online four years ago. I didn't tell him that all of these years couldn't have prepared me for how beautiful it was seeing it in person now. I didn't tell him that I had just been adamant the prior week to my friend, Teri, about getting married in Virginia. I didn't tell him that we weren't supposed to be driving to and from D.C. this weekend and that seeing this was a complete accident. That we somehow, somehow, had pulled off this exit. That I was with John when it happened. So I just said the truth. "This is where I want to get married." And, standing in the middle of the beams of it all, watching John as he walked around and lightly touched the open windows, I knew it wasn't just an idea in my head any longer. It was real. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ *this is a condensed Instagram caption. full story can be found on my blog.*
Happiest of birthdays, John. I'm always so excited that the world shares you with me.

 
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