I love you also means I love you more than anyone loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that no one loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that I love no one
“There is no exquisite beauty… without some strangeness in the proportion.” ― Edgar Allan Poe It’s Autumn. The days are cool and bed is extra cozy. Finally, even New York City is bearable. It’s time to embrace pumpkin everything, Beloved! Things in my life have been happy-crazy-busy, and will be for the foreseeable future. Taking
“You must expect great things from yourself before you can do them.” Michael Jordan Let’s see. Twenty three trips around the sun. My birthday is coming to a close soon. I don’t feel much wiser. (Actually, today was brutal as I had a liiiiittle bit too much to drink last night. Therefore, I currently feel
You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you’ll escape one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present. —John Green, Looking for Alaska I think about the labyrinth of the
I FOUND you and I lost you, All on a gleaming day. The day was filled with sunshine, And the land was full of May. A golden bird was singing Its melody divine, I found you and I loved you, And all the world was mine. I found you and I lost you, All on
I will teach my daughter not to wear her skin like a drunken apology. I will tell her ‘Make a home out of your body, live in yourself, do not let people turn you into a regret, do not justify yourself. If you are a disaster, it is not forever. If you are a disaster,
With strawberries we filled a tray, And then we drove away, away Along the links beside the sea, Where wind and wave were light and free, And August felt as fresh as May. And where the springy turf was gay With thyme and balm and many a spray Of wild roses, you tempted me With
“I just like to smile. Smiling’s my favorite!” —Buddy the Elf Hello everyone! I hope you have all had a wonderful holiday season; I’ve spent a few extremely restful days with my family (except one of my older brothers, who had to stay back home), and I’m feeling very grateful for each and every one
I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand — How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep — while I weep! O God! Can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? O God! can I
“Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living.” —Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close Yesterday, my parents sent me the dreamiest bouquet of pale peach roses, white hydrangeas, and black and white anemones. Last night, my instagram bio ticked from 21 to 22. (I don’t