When am I leaving?
No single decision you ever made has led in a straight line to where you find yourself now. You peeked down some roads and took a few steps before turning back. You followed some roads that came to a dead end and others that got lost at too many intersections. Ultimately, all roads are connected to all other roads.
—Deepak Chopra (via waxenneat)
more than a song
I woke up this morning in a fog thick as soup, an extended version of that final stage of sleep where dreams still have more clarity than whatever reality you’re facing. Some part of my conscious mind had latched onto a key phrase that seemed very important, and I had to memorialize it…
… And I’ve also been thinking lately that there are no stories about girls like me, girls furled tightly within themselves, girls who feel and write and are always on the outside looking in but who don’t mind all that much. We have ourselves. We’re not obsessed with romance or being swept off our feet. We’re watching films and falling in love with life, with consciousness and art and poetry and sensation, this moment, the feel of the wind on our skin, the sun glowing through the trees, the first blank page of a journal, the cracked spines of used books. There isn’t anything you can give us that we haven’t already given ourselves. There is nothing you can take from us. We will just make more of it. We’re self-sustaining and melancholy. We know it isn’t going to be easy to remain who we are, but our insistence on preserving our identities in the face of such difficulty is what will make us extraordinary.
Yes, wholeheartedly, yes
My favorite place here is Cumberland. Its main street reminds me of the cottage I went to for one week every summer from birth to grade eight. A drag of pavement with the necessities—a place for popsicles then, multiple coffee options now. There’s a book store and a salon and a secondhand clothing…
For the last paragraph. So true - living somewhere doesn’t mean it’s home.
we keep libraries in our minds, cataloged by time and organized by moments. we bend corners on the days where the universe cheered for us, moments where our hearts were plump with love and our faith was unshakeable. we have well-worn pages - weathered and soiled with grit and hard work. days…