I've been so sad about the way I spent my youth... Walking alone through cloudy city streets; feeling everything so intensely that it crippled me at times. I was unaware of how anyone saw me... I didn't care. I was a world unto myself ( Read more... )

I swear that my traveling is the reason that I refuse to live an unhappy life ( Read more... )

lately i was having a conversation with myself while my dad and i were driving home in the dark through western massachusetts ( Read more... )

sometimes we all need to be saved
from ourselves
and the other lunatics around us.

I found this in my room, written on a sheet of yellow lined paper in slim red pen ( Read more... )

there are moments when messy piles of clothing look beautiful in the comfort of a quiet room filled with music and the sound of a fan, and dedicated study of language and thought fill moments that may have remained empty.

i used to ask all of the time "where am i going?" and i still wonder, but im not worried anymore.

today as i walked up the stone steps to my apartment, i thought, "what have i learned this year ( Read more... )

the thing i can be most grateful for ( Read more... )

Again, a time when I am quickly living from event to event to event, without even a moment to catch my breath, look and say “Why??” or think about what this means ( Read more... )

let's look past the where and when and how and why
and breathe, slowly, quietly, more complete now
let's look out past the future, and say,
"thank god we have this"

not because it is infinitely beautiful in itself,
but it is something to look back on, and to wonder about
when we are old and gray and full of sleep...