what does the ghost in the attic wear ? fine gowns of spider silk, your mother’s sun-yellowed wedding veil, jewels of broken glass, slippers of mouse bones, and the perfume of sodden newspaper ink

Maybe you weren’t a terrible person maybe you were just fifteen

“I was both” maybe!!! But don’t judge your teenage self against who you are now. You were a child, working with what you had and knew at the time. Of course you would’ve acted before thinking. Of course you yelled and regret it now. Of course you said a few mean things. Hindsight is 20/20. Give yourself some compassion. You were a kid.

autumn is really like. i brought you some sunlight from when you were 10. didn't the world feel so bright to you then? i'll drench your hands in syrupy nostalgia, so everything you make is stained bittersweet. i'll ruffle your hair with an ice-kissed breeze--it'll be the kindest touch you've had in years. you finally feel like a part of something grander. i'm the last warm hand you hold before winter surrender.

it can be tempting to live your life like a prequel. to live as if you’re setting up your own story.and once you lose the weight, once you have the money, once you graduate school, once you’re in a real relationship, once, once, once. then finally, you’ll begin to live, and everything you do up until that point is some kind of half-life, some unimportant foreword you can skip. don’t do this. inhabit your life completely. sink fully into the wealth of your existence. the power to manifest is in the fearless owning of who you are, so that you can shape where you’re going.