January 2010
18 posts
I like reading the letters I wrote but never sent. Sometimes I don’t even remember writing these words, but scanning over them again brings all of those same emotions back into the pit of my stomach. I feel all of it again. I don’t think that’s necessarily a good thing, sometimes. Some things I don’t really want to feel again. But it’s nice to be able to.
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Taylor and I are laying around, listening to her itunes and following people on tumblr. Vanessa Carlton is playing and I can’t help but smile. It makes me think of long car rides through Cape Cod to see my psychiatrist with my parents. It was the only time my father willingly spent more than a few minutes with me. I’d lay in the backseat with the window open and my feet dangling out,...
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Simon: Life is about these moments. It’s the things you don’t do that you’ll regret.
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“When I was sixteen, I was babysitting my little brother. And I was, um… I...”
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“Sometimes there’s so much beauty in the world I feel like I can’t...”
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“Dear Rachel, my mother always told me the hardest things to do in life are to...”
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There’s a lot of things I’ll never understand. And I guess that’s inevitable, some things just aren’t meant to be understood. But that never stops me from trying, and failing, and trying yet again, despite the obvious outcome. I pick apart every piece of my life but I always come out empty handed, no explanations. Something that’s constantly changing cannot be...
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“A person who longs to leave the place where he lives is an unhappy person.”
– Milan Kundera.
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Whistler: Bottom line is, even if you see them coming, you’re not ready for the big moments. No one asks for their life to change, not really. But it does. So, what are we, helpless? Puppets? Nah. The big moments are gonna come, you can’t help that. It’s what you do afterwards that counts. That’s when you find out who you are.
When I was a little girl, there was a homeless man who sat himself outside of the bakery my family frequented every day. He shook what little change he had in a coffee cup that the bakery had provided. He never pestered anyone, never asked blatantly for money. He just stood there with his coffee cup, never begging but always extremely grateful when someone did spare their extra change for him....
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