I spent a long time looking at faces, drinking in smiles. Am I happy or unhappy? It’s not a very important question. I live with such frenzied intensity.
Things and people are waiting for me, and doubtless I am waiting for them and desiring them with all my strength and sadness. But, here, I earn the right to be alive by silence and by secrecy.
The miracle of not having to talk about oneself.
i’m not really anything.
but seriously a little reminder
you can be friends w someone and not talk to them everyday or even often
a true friendship is eased into, like a pair of new jeans
dont squish yourself into them and feel upset and disappointed
stretch them out and become familiar and before you know it those pants are your favorite pair
I had to scroll back up and reblog this because it hit me on an emotional level
And then never wash them. Ever.
You can picture happy gath’rings
'Round the fireside long ago,
And you think of tearful partings,
When they left you here below.