Life is so surprising yet so inevitable. Maybe I meant Death
I’ve been trying not to cover my face when I cry alone. Who am I hiding from?
The loss creates a vacuum, and at a certain moment there is a stillness, a peace. Maybe that’s their gift to me from beyond.
I used to think resilience was hardening to life but I think it’s knowing how to soften time and time again.
The second wave of grief is going back to normal life.
That’s what’s so hard about facts—facts are flat. They just are what they are, palatable to the mind but not the right consistency to move through the body.
My biggest hurdle in relationships is unconditionally loving myself.
Social media is a placebo for conversation. It is a place of statement.
Why are horizon lines so enticing? Clean, angular perfection, it’s a rare thing to find in nature.
Pain is from the heart, suffering from the head.
Yesterday I lined the broken edges of a seashell with golden beads. I’m experimenting with drawing attention to brokenness.
Death of mystery - how much of our story will be forgotten? It feels like not much, but we forget the delicateness of the internet.
Instead of trying to pack a bunch of experiences into one, I’m trying to remember that it’s really just one experience.
Kira tells me, “Life is too damn short to hide yourself”
Gratitude is the people’s catalyst.