I feel like my childhood started with losing my footing at my first steps, and ever since then I’ve been doing the panic sprint. I still haven’t found my footing.
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apps on silent
Also, I hate that everything is buzzing all the time and has the right to your presence at all times. No, I want to hide behind the screen and exist quietly. Let me scroll my Pinterest in peace!
The Blue Castle
What would happen if, for example, you found out you’re dying, went on a spree of doing the things you always wanted to do, and then found out you’re not dying? Does it seem reckless and unsustainable now, in the aftermath? Do you keep it up?
friendship is kindness.
Not to say that 2024 was the last time anyone was kind to me, but it did give me two of the kindest people to have as my best friends.
picture this
My life would be so full of art and romance. Everything would be romantic, and the walks along the beach in those rain boots (because it’s always a chilly fall day – no summer in my perfect scenario, sorry), and a nice warm cardigan would be a must!
trying a new hobby
How quickly it all changes. Only two days ago I was drowning in self-pity about being stuck, unaccomplished, and uninspired.
what are the chances?
Maybe it was the first brick I had placed on the path I took to today. It was a catalyst for so many subsequent choices I made that, come to think of it, really started with that movie.
… but none the wiser
When you have nothing going on for you, you can head anywhere. When you are at your rock bottom, you can only go up.
wiser by the hour
I don’t put dates in my journal. Everything is one big script in black ink, page after page of neural pathways that run into a dead end and reroute to find another. Days and months spilled into one, so my journal reflects that.
on the threshold
What do you think humans, an evolving part of nature, witnessed that was so incredible they reached for the divine to explain it? What was the first thing that inspired mystery?
