wordings

"It was a fifteen-minute streetcar ride to Harvard Square, where on Saturdays I would go to absorb its intellectual, folksy ambiance. I'd sit for hours in a cafe with a pen & a notebook, writing about the human complexities that threatened to flatten me. Helen did not have the sanctuary of notebooks. Writing about her life would have meant acknowledging it."

taken from a book or a magazine or a newspaper article I've long since forgotten the name of.

on growth.

I think people are so caught up in this world we think we're a part of, they forget that sometimes all it takes is a good friend and honest thoughts to find everything they've been missing. the difference between childhood and adulthood, the thing that everyone says they miss, it isn't the innocence, it isn't not worrying:
it's being able to find joy in the littlest things. we forget what it feels like to take our shoes off and walk in mud, just because we can. we view everything as a job. and forget how sometimes, we can be open. we can make mud pies and dip our hands in bags of grain. we can still find breathtaking moments.
we just have to stop, just for one single day, and reach for it.

desire.

"We are not always everything we think we are"

Crossing Lines

"Why is it that when the line between honesty and truth blurs, the line between us and them grows?"

Who are you?

"Usually, being someone [anyone, anybody] isn't enough. You need someone to see you, someone to be you with."