Wild Dreams, Wildest Mind

me age 13: OMG!!! TEAM EDWARD!!!!! I LOVE TWILIGHT!!! TEAM EDWARD TEAM EDWARD TEAM EDW

i remember in 6th grade public school one of my friends in the class used the word “bungalow” as often as possible and every time he needed to say “house” or “home” he swapped it for “bungalow” and me and the rest of the class thought it was so fucking funny.

“I was like a patient who cannot tell the doctor where it hurts, only that it does.”

“I learned not to trust people; I learned not to believe what they say but to watch what they do; I learned to suspect that anyone and everyone is capable of ‘living a lie’. I came to believe that other people - even when you think you know them well - are ultimately unknowable.”

“Next week would have been our anniversary but instead I see you posting photos of her. And I wonder if you’re telling her the same things you told me. Does she make you laugh like I always loved to. Can she make you blush the way that I could. But more importantly, does she hold you tighter than I ever did? Because honey, I let you slip right through my open palms. I loved your kind smile and your gentle heart. But I never loved you. I never even tried to. So I hope she holds you. I hope the other side of your bed stays warm with her. I hope with all my heart that she is more than me and the things I never even tried to be.”

“A book is made from a tree. It is an assemblage of flat, flexible parts (still called “leaves”) imprinted with dark pigmented squiggles. One glance at it and you hear the voice of another person, perhaps someone dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, the author is speaking, clearly and silently, inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people, citizens of distant epochs, who never knew one another. Books break the shackles of time - proof that humans can work magic.”

“I get it. Why people don’t always want to get better. I mean, I no longer live in crimson stains or invisible cages. Instead I’ve got a suit and tie and nine to five kind of structured life. And I’m grateful for these things. But I remember the beautiful, bone-deep ache I used to feel on an open road and now the world is a different kind of empty.”