Hello journal.
Things are going well for me. My life is happy and content.
I hope everyone else is doing well out there, too.

In The White Album, Joan Didion wrote, "We tell ourselves stories in order to live," and then proceeded to tell a story about a time in her life when the stories she told herself began to fail. Which may be how things go for many of us, and it certainly was for me. ...The things I was choosing not to do were adding up to a whole other life I was ( Read more... )

I would like to get on an airplane right now and go somewhere new for a few days.

I am sorry I haven't been using my journal as much as I would like to ( Read more... )

I miss you ( Read more... )

Update to last entry: Primary Strategy For Not Becoming Consumed in 'Fiery Pit of Boy' = Realize boy doesn't actually care about you in any way, shape, or form. And that you deserve someone who loves you back; loves you magically, beautifully, and fully ( Read more... )

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It's times like these when all I can say to myself is "Hush. Go to sleep."

Am linking to my new favourite website. It's beautiful lines - sometimes from a poem, a song, or just a random musing - paired with images.

I can read

My favourite one of the moment is this:


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So I went through the newest edition of Vogue today, the one with Michelle Obama on the cover ( Read more... )