#eay

Even at 80, I shall say that I am yet to start, Yes! I shall say that I am yet to start, for that shall give me the real reason never ever to look back and see what I have done but, to look ahead and see the marvelous things I shall be able to do and the distinctive footprints I shall be able live and leave with the very seconds that shall be ahead of me! Life must never be over until all is over!

09

I have two great duties in each day: firstly, to identify why I woke up and secondly to be convinced of why I must retire for the day

"He’s fairly certain he’s losing his mind, and he thinks maybe his bipolar’s being a bit of a bitch, fucking with his mood. He isn’t manic, necessarily, and he isn’t depressed. He’s just something in between but off in the way he gets sometimes--certain feelings and stresses magnified, settling awkwardly beneath his skin like a puzzle piece that doesn’t quite fit but that you’ve shoved in place hard enough that it sticks. Wrong."

"Mickey Milkovich is his. You’re mine, he thinks, giving him a quick glance. You’re mine, and I’m in love with you."

Moved to tears by the latest chapter of EAY. As I wrote in my comment, I feel so much ❤️ with and for Ian and him finding love with Mickey.

"Did you know that if you wanted, I’d go down, and I’d help you walk back to your place with your groceries?"