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- It's been a whole year. And, truthfully, words still fail me. But still I write. Cause sometimes, the words give way to something bigger. See, sometimes, it doesn't seem real. Sometimes, I forget. Not you, of course. I mean, I don't think there's a soul that's met you that could possibly forget you. But sometimes I forget that I just can't call you up, or shoot you a text. Sometimes I forget that when I think I see you, it's just my eyes playing tricks on me. And it comes in waves sometimes - the forgetting and remembering, that is. See, there’s nothing poetic about death and loss. It just sucks. No flowery adjectives will fix that. But, we still miss you. • For even in death, love sticks. Even in death, love stays.
- It& #39;s been a whole year. And, truthfully, words still fail me. But still I write. Cause sometimes, the words give way to something bigger. See, sometimes, it doesn& #39;t seem real. Sometimes, I forget. Not you, of course. I mean, I don& #39;t think there& #39;s a soul that& #39;s met you that could possibly forget you. But sometimes I forget that I just can& #39;t call you up, or shoot you a text. Sometimes I forget that when I think I see you, it& #39;s just my eyes playing tricks on me. And it comes in waves sometimes - the forgetting and remembering, that is. See, there’s nothing poetic about death and loss. It just sucks. No flowery adjectives will fix that. But, we still miss you. • For even in death, love sticks. Even in death, love stays.
- It's been a whole year. And, truthfully, words still fail me. But still I write. Cause sometimes, the words give way to something bigger. See, sometimes, it doesn't seem real. Sometimes, I forget. Not you, of course. I mean, I don't think there's a soul that's met you that could possibly forget you. But sometimes I forget that I just can't call you up, or shoot you a text. Sometimes I forget that when I think I see you, it's just my eyes playing tricks on me. And it comes in waves sometimes - the forgetting and remembering, that is. See, there’s nothing poetic about death and loss. It just sucks. No flowery adjectives will fix that. But, we still miss you. • For even in death, love sticks. Even in death, love stays.
- October 11th is the International Day of the Girl. And so, I say this to girls everywhere, in every town, in every city, in every country, in every continent - I hope your dreams know no limits. I hope you never forget your worth. I hope that when you look in the mirror, you recognize the beauty staring back at you. I hope you never let anyone underestimate your intelligence. I hope you know there is no shame in loving your body - it is your temple, and yours alone. I hope you remember that the strength you seek and need is always within you. I hope you never confine yourself to one label, or even two - for you are a complex, muddied, glorious creature. I hope you soar. I hope you thrive. I hope you hold on to your hope. Always. 💋#DayoftheGirl 📸: @murphymade
- October 11th is the International Day of the Girl. And so, I say this to girls everywhere, in every town, in every city, in every country, in every continent - I hope your dreams know no limits. I hope you never forget your worth. I hope that when you look in the mirror, you recognize the beauty staring back at you. I hope you never let anyone underestimate your intelligence. I hope you know there is no shame in loving your body - it is your temple, and yours alone. I hope you remember that the strength you seek and need is always within you. I hope you never confine yourself to one label, or even two - for you are a complex, muddied, glorious creature. I hope you soar. I hope you thrive. I hope you hold on to your hope. Always. #DayoftheGirl 📸: @murphymade
- October 11th is the International Day of the Girl. And so, I say this to girls everywhere, in every town, in every city, in every country, in every continent - I hope your dreams know no limits. I hope you never forget your worth. I hope that when you look in the mirror, you recognize the beauty staring back at you. I hope you never let anyone underestimate your intelligence. I hope you know there is no shame in loving your body - it is your temple, and yours alone. I hope you remember that the strength you seek and need is always within you. I hope you never confine yourself to one label, or even two - for you are a complex, muddied, glorious creature. I hope you soar. I hope you thrive. I hope you hold on to your hope. Always. 💋#DayoftheGirl 📸: @murphymade
- #tbt & two libras. Happy Birthday, @deidralau! You make this world infinitely better. You make those that find themselves on the receiving end of your love stronger. You make motherhood look easy. You make teaching seem like a breeze. You make the most amazing ribs and guacamole, too. If each of us shows up for others the way you do, I'm confident there would be far less sadness in this world. Happy Birthday, my soul sister, I love you to the moon and back and back again! 💋
- #tbt & two libras. Happy Birthday, @deidralau ! You make this world infinitely better. You make those that find themselves on the receiving end of your love stronger. You make motherhood look easy. You make teaching seem like a breeze. You make the most amazing ribs and guacamole, too. If each of us shows up for others the way you do, I& #39;m confident there would be far less sadness in this world. Happy Birthday, my soul sister, I love you to the moon and back and back again! 💋
- #tbt & two libras. Happy Birthday, @deidralau! You make this world infinitely better. You make those that find themselves on the receiving end of your love stronger. You make motherhood look easy. You make teaching seem like a breeze. You make the most amazing ribs and guacamole, too. If each of us shows up for others the way you do, I'm confident there would be far less sadness in this world. Happy Birthday, my soul sister, I love you to the moon and back and back again! 💋
- Where the sea meets the sky and the sky meets the sea. Where sunshine is strong and silence is beautiful, and you walk with friends, hand in hand, along the shore. • As I sit and enjoy my island, I can't help but think of those hurting in #PuertoRico. They need our help. They need our love. They need our support. Check out @hispanic_federation to find out more info how to donate. The tiniest bit can mean all the difference. As @badgalriri says - if you got a dollar, there's plenty to share.
- Where the sea meets the sky and the sky meets the sea. Where sunshine is strong and silence is beautiful, and you walk with friends, hand in hand, along the shore. • As I sit and enjoy my island, I can& #39;t help but think of those hurting in #PuertoRico . They need our help. They need our love. They need our support. Check out @hispanic_federation to find out more info how to donate. The tiniest bit can mean all the difference. As @badgalriri says - if you got a dollar, there& #39;s plenty to share.
- Where the sea meets the sky and the sky meets the sea. Where sunshine is strong and silence is beautiful, and you walk with friends, hand in hand, along the shore. • As I sit and enjoy my island, I can't help but think of those hurting in #PuertoRico. They need our help. They need our love. They need our support. Check out @hispanic_federation to find out more info how to donate. The tiniest bit can mean all the difference. As @badgalriri says - if you got a dollar, there's plenty to share.
- I took this picture two years ago -- the reflection of The Freedom Tower on the other buildings took my breath away. It still does. So much power in that light. So much power in that reflection. Sixteen years ago and so much of that day is reflected in the here and now. • Sixteen years ago doesn't make the pain any less. • Sixteen years ago, and the memories have not faded. It still feels like yesterday. • I remember what I wore. A red shirt and jacket and khaki pants so light they looked like they were white. • I remember being in a history class - ironic, isn't it? Learning history and living history all tangled at once. • I remember the sound on the speakers. Planes. Something's wrong. Stay calm. Don't panic. • I remember the panic. Quiet, and then bursts of terror bubbling over - spilling into conversations, spilling over eyelids as the tears never stopped. • I remember funerals and funerals and more tears and more funerals. • I remember the goodness of others. The loved we shared. We gave love to one another constantly. Freely. Without reservation or judgement. We hoped love would fill the broken pieces of shattered hearts. I still hope and believe in that good. In that love. • They say #neverforget. And I cannot. • I can't forget that day. • I can't remember before. • Remember the fallen. Remember the heroes. Say their names, and honor their memories with your actions. Be the good that this world needs. 🇺🇸❤️
- I took this picture two years ago -- the reflection of The Freedom Tower on the other buildings took my breath away. It still does. So much power in that light. So much power in that reflection. Sixteen years ago and so much of that day is reflected in the here and now. • Sixteen years ago doesn& #39;t make the pain any less. • Sixteen years ago, and the memories have not faded. It still feels like yesterday. • I remember what I wore. A red shirt and jacket and khaki pants so light they looked like they were white. • I remember being in a history class - ironic, isn& #39;t it? Learning history and living history all tangled at once. • I remember the sound on the speakers. Planes. Something& #39;s wrong. Stay calm. Don& #39;t panic. • I remember the panic. Quiet, and then bursts of terror bubbling over - spilling into conversations, spilling over eyelids as the tears never stopped. • I remember funerals and funerals and more tears and more funerals. • I remember the goodness of others. The loved we shared. We gave love to one another constantly. Freely. Without reservation or judgement. We hoped love would fill the broken pieces of shattered hearts. I still hope and believe in that good. In that love. • They say #neverforget . And I cannot. • I can& #39;t forget that day. • I can& #39;t remember before. • Remember the fallen. Remember the heroes. Say their names, and honor their memories with your actions. Be the good that this world needs. 🇺🇸❤️
- I took this picture two years ago -- the reflection of The Freedom Tower on the other buildings took my breath away. It still does. So much power in that light. So much power in that reflection. Sixteen years ago and so much of that day is reflected in the here and now. • Sixteen years ago doesn't make the pain any less. • Sixteen years ago, and the memories have not faded. It still feels like yesterday. • I remember what I wore. A red shirt and jacket and khaki pants so light they looked like they were white. • I remember being in a history class - ironic, isn't it? Learning history and living history all tangled at once. • I remember the sound on the speakers. Planes. Something's wrong. Stay calm. Don't panic. • I remember the panic. Quiet, and then bursts of terror bubbling over - spilling into conversations, spilling over eyelids as the tears never stopped. • I remember funerals and funerals and more tears and more funerals. • I remember the goodness of others. The loved we shared. We gave love to one another constantly. Freely. Without reservation or judgement. We hoped love would fill the broken pieces of shattered hearts. I still hope and believe in that good. In that love. • They say #neverforget. And I cannot. • I can't forget that day. • I can't remember before. • Remember the fallen. Remember the heroes. Say their names, and honor their memories with your actions. Be the good that this world needs. 🇺🇸❤️
- Before the world lost it's damn mind, I met @hillaryclinton. @amandaiocca asked me to go with her to a book signing. And I said, sure, why not. This was before people knew who Bernie was, when Trump stayed in his rightful place as a real estate tycoon/reality television star. It was before Charlottesville. Before walls and bans and alt-right and antifa. Before @podsaveamerica. Before the war on media. Before the transgender military ban. Before people were afraid to leave their homes. Before. Before. Before. Before seems so long ago. I often think of that day in the bookstore. How your secret service man checked our bags, and Amanda had forgotten to take out her pepper spray. There was no hoopla - he just simply said, "ummm, ma'am, you can't take that in with you." I think of how you smiled. How you told Amanda you liked her shirt. How you thanked us for coming. I think of I almost didn't go, but Amanda convinced me. I think of how even though I studied political science in college, I was never a political junkie. I wasn't a person who got starstrucked by politicians. It was neither here nor there for me. That was before. And now, here we are, after. After the mess. In the thick of the mayhem. I think of that day in the bookstore often. And even though the urge of could've would've should've is strong and true - I fight the urge to go down that rabbit hole. And I instead wonder how we can make it better every single day.
- Before the world lost it& #39;s damn mind, I met @hillaryclinton. @amandaiocca asked me to go with her to a book signing. And I said, sure, why not. This was before people knew who Bernie was, when Trump stayed in his rightful place as a real estate tycoon/reality television star. It was before Charlottesville. Before walls and bans and alt-right and antifa. Before @podsaveamerica. Before the war on media. Before the transgender military ban. Before people were afraid to leave their homes. Before. Before. Before. Before seems so long ago. I often think of that day in the bookstore. How your secret service man checked our bags, and Amanda had forgotten to take out her pepper spray. There was no hoopla - he just simply said, "ummm, ma& #39;am , you can& #39;t take that in with you." I think of how you smiled. How you told Amanda you liked her shirt. How you thanked us for coming. I think of I almost didn& #39;t go, but Amanda convinced me. I think of how even though I studied political science in college, I was never a political junkie. I wasn& #39;t a person who got starstrucked by politicians. It was neither here nor there for me. That was before. And now, here we are, after. After the mess. In the thick of the mayhem. I think of that day in the bookstore often. And even though the urge of could& #39;ve would& #39;ve should& #39;ve is strong and true - I fight the urge to go down that rabbit hole. And I instead wonder how we can make it better every single day.
- Before the world lost it's damn mind, I met @hillaryclinton. @amandaiocca asked me to go with her to a book signing. And I said, sure, why not. This was before people knew who Bernie was, when Trump stayed in his rightful place as a real estate tycoon/reality television star. It was before Charlottesville. Before walls and bans and alt-right and antifa. Before @podsaveamerica. Before the war on media. Before the transgender military ban. Before people were afraid to leave their homes. Before. Before. Before. Before seems so long ago. I often think of that day in the bookstore. How your secret service man checked our bags, and Amanda had forgotten to take out her pepper spray. There was no hoopla - he just simply said, "ummm, ma'am, you can't take that in with you." I think of how you smiled. How you told Amanda you liked her shirt. How you thanked us for coming. I think of I almost didn't go, but Amanda convinced me. I think of how even though I studied political science in college, I was never a political junkie. I wasn't a person who got starstrucked by politicians. It was neither here nor there for me. That was before. And now, here we are, after. After the mess. In the thick of the mayhem. I think of that day in the bookstore often. And even though the urge of could've would've should've is strong and true - I fight the urge to go down that rabbit hole. And I instead wonder how we can make it better every single day.

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