"Before I can live with other folks I’ve got to live with myself. The one thing that doesn’t abide by majority rule is a person’s conscience."
"We shall leave our cities and our towns and our villages. We shall roam the land and return to the forests, high up in the trees, swinging from branch to branch. We shall return to four legs, the size of rats. We shall return to the shore where we took our first shaky steps and the banks of the river which lulled us to sleep when the light would pierce our eyes."
we, as women, need to stop pretending we can change men. we have this mentality that we can transform a fuckboy into a gentlemen, and that’s just not how it works. once a fuckboy, always a fuckboy. don’t waste your time on a man who won’t waste his time on you
i. I think I have fallen in love with September because of the way it is the beginning of change, or the end of it. You see, it is the when I say goodbye to my flip-flops and bikinis, when I turn my back on the scorching summer sun. But I am welcomed in the arms of colored leaves and Autumn breezes and I have never felt more in place.
ii. September weeped with me when I was left by the first boy I ever kissed. It witnessed a bright sunflower transforming into a dead tree with bare branches, not a leaf in sight. The dirt swallowed my tears and the wind covered up my cries. It stayed with me night after night until the sleeves of my sweaters dried up.
iii. I learned that trees did not die when the weather turned cooler in September. The falling of leaves is what helps the tree survive through a bitter cold winter. It seals the places where leaves would grow in order to skip the game of death. So maybe people are that way too, closing up and thinking it is the end; but it is not.
iv. Somehow, I like to associate September with endings but I have to say that it has brought many new starts in my life as well. Friendships, new hot drinks at my favorite coffee places, odd adventures, and new feelings.
v. Change isn’t bad. Change is the falling of leaves; one, two, three leaves slowly touching the ground. And between those shades of orange and yellow and brown is a voice calling your name. You may not want to make a mess but you’ll end up with a smile on your face the second you dare to jump in."
"This girl told me one time that when you are walking past someone from a distance and feel the need to make eye contact, it is a connection, a spiritual magnetism pulling two people to meet for there are things they can take from one another. She told me that when I avoided that eye contact and looked at the ground or my phone instead, that I was actually missing a connection with another spirit that was planted by the universe in a map more vast than I could ever comprehend. She asked how empty I felt inside. I told her sometimes I feel the entire world weighing on my heart and other times I’d kill to feel anything at all to which she replied, “to wish to feel is still a feeling. You’re not dead yet. Live while you’re alive. Live in all your happiness and your sadness. No matter the feeling, feel it down to your very bones. Look at that stranger and smile. A brief connection with someone can sometimes say more to your aching soul than a lifetime next to another. Trust in fate and you’ll never have to ask why.”"
did u kno that if you press the home button on accident on your dash you can press it again and go back to where you were BECAUSE I NEVER DID
this just changed my life