Wanderlust

“Above all else, be in wonder. Be in awe of nature, existence, good vibes, long walks on the beach, good stress, relaxation, and finding your destined lover. Be delighted in everything that you are in harmony with: The sun and the flowers, the ocean and the waves, the sky and the birds and the air and the stars and the you who deserves to find all the amazement and beauty that this world could ever offer. Be in love with the everythingness of everything and how we give thanks and show appreciation for all the things that have been given to us in this rather brief short period we have on this planet is what’s keeping us all together. We are the children of possibility, and gratitude is our mother.”

“and at some point I thought to myself: ‘no person deserves this,’ and I realized that includes even me.”

when he left me i was devastated. i remember thinking “i have all this love for him that he doesn’t want anymore, what am i going to do with it now?” silly me, it never even occurred to me to invest it all into myself. so for that i’m glad that he left, i never would have chosen myself if he’d stayed.

“When measuring our home galaxy, scientists note it is hard to distinguish where we begin and end. Out there, numbers don’t work like how we know them to. Beyond our solar neighborhood, the stars bleed into each other, the ancient dust drifts. In some ways, I’m not scared of dying. When all the lights go out. Maybe city by city or all at once. The blank canvas of sky is painted black again and the world is a whisper. The universe will shake a cold chill off of her chest. I know I have loved and it was beautiful. I have laughed and it meant something. It is hard to determine where we begin and end. There is a part within me as well, that is unextractable. Red wine on white sheets. A stain on forever. I will miss this, the touch and warmth and sigh of this body. The sweetness of another’s. But I know no death is lonely. Existence doesn’t work like how we know it to. I will see you on the banks of the Milky Way.”

they called her “the brightest witch of her age” and she believed them not realizing she was so much more than just books and cleverness

“Where can I find an unyielding soul of myriad wounds like my own,”