Grandmas and grandpas are
journal, age thirteen
Grandmas and grandpas are
journal, age thirteen
Can plants be happy? If they get what they need, they thrive —
I’ve been saving books for all these years, and they’ve been saving me for my
The sun is nature’s antidepressant.
Life is so much clearer under the stars than under a roof.
The first glass is a sedative, the second a psychologist, the third glass an excuse, and the fourth a lobotomy.
Don’t fall prey to the illusion that duty is only to others — you have just as much a duty to care for yourself.
Nature grows beautiful new life over old scars.
…and torture myself with happy thoughts…
Sometimes I feel like life misprinted me.
Grief is all emotions wrapped into one.
I read an article stating that cats don’t understand death the way humans do, so they don’t fear it like we do — I think they understand better than
“Don’t waste yourself in rejection, nor bark against the bad, but chant the beauty of
—Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803–1882)