And I realize that no matter where I am, whether in a little room full of thought, or in this endless universe of stars and mountains, it’s all in my mind.
My greatest problem is, I will always look at you with love in my eyes, and you will always glance at me with uncertainty in your eyes.
Just tried Turkish Delight for the first time.
It was good, but not “Sell out my family to the White Queen” good.
This year taught me that my loneliness has more to do with myself than anyone else. The loneliest I will ever be is when I do not have the strength to love myself.
I want to write a novel about silence. The things people don’t say.
losing everything but weight