If falling in love feels this good, being in love must be intolerable.
journal, age fifteen
If falling in love feels this good, being in love must be intolerable.
journal, age fifteen
Life is a dance of balance.
Life is creative falling.
Life is half spent getting back up.
Life is learning to dance with a partner —
and learning to dance without a partner,
and letting go enough to dance in the crowd.
Life is a freestyle jig.
Life is a twirl and a bow.
Life is the best dance you’ve ever danced
and the only chance you’ll get, so dance!
Death is your dancing soul returning to the heavens.
I still believe in some faraway place where it’s all okay.
A relationship will eventually turn love inside out. And the test is whether you can love from both sides.
Be the dot on the exclamation point of life!
I’m an insomniacaholic
if there is such a thing
well, I know there is —
I am one, and their king!
journal, age fifteen
Evolution: that last step was a doozy!
Sometimes I feel like life misprinted me.
“The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another; and his humblest hour is when he compares the volume as it is with what he vowed to
—J. M. Barrie, The Little Minister, 1891
My favorite weather is bird-chirping weather.
My heart beat so hard when I was near him, I feared he could hear my secret longing for him.
journal, age fourteen
Sometimes prayers collide and miracles are born.
Fossils are what ‘now’ looked like forever ago.