My name's REBECCA TILLETT and I love photography and design. I also love to clean and organize and camp and write and watch movies that make me cry. Time is an unparalleled commodity to me which makes it hard to accept that it's always slipping away. This is reflected in many of my photos. It's the only way I know how to capture it. I recently left behind the only life I'd ever known to take a chance on a new one. I'm in love and have found a new appreciation for the strength I never knew I had.


This tumblr is a mix of my own work and the work and creations of others that inspire me. Credit to the artist and/or the original blogger will be given when available.


  • (202//365) Taking Mike to see his favorite band at the most beautiful venue in the country…his first time on both counts. Not a bad way to spend a gorgeous Colorado evening. (at Red Rocks Ampitheatre)

  • (201//365) I have not known another soul in my life who has made it quite as interesting as Miss Sally Piette.

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  • “I am not pretty. I am not beautiful. I am as radiant as the sun.” 
    ― Suzanne Collins

    Timber (2014)
    © Rebecca Tillett

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  • Fiercefully  (2014)
    © Rebecca Tillett

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  • Timber  (2014)
    © Rebecca Tillett

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  • (Source: fitspo-addict, via m0rtality)

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  • On the topic of being with me: I think Mike is starting to realize just how much photo-taking that entails. 
    (Poor guy).

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  • Self-portrait  (2014)
    © Rebecca Tillett

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  • "The wolves howl for you,
    and we are breaking our bones in this forest
    together.
    In this treetop of wants, 
    in this body full of timber, 
    in these spaces where you prowl out of the door
    and my arms freeze open to the shape of your waist.
    like this - 
    stone cold waiting.”

    -Azra.T “Howl”

    Timber (2014)
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  • Fiercefully (2014)
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  • (197//365) He asked me today if I’m happy. I said as long as I’m looking forward, not looking back. There’s still so much hurt in his eyes and remorse in mine.

    And the knowledge that while we may have begun severing all practical and state-recognized ties, the ones that matter-the raw, feels like home familiar love like only two people who have been through hell and back together throughout half a lifetime could fathom-will never yield.