I have done bad things. I can’t take them back, and they are part of who I am. Most of the time, they seem like the only thing I am.
Life is a garden, not a road. We enter and exit through the same gate. Wandering, where we go matters less than what we notice.
When others asked the truth of me, I was convinced it was not the truth they wanted, but an illusion they could bear to live with.
Desire is no light thing.
I am learning every day to allow the space between where I am and where I want to be to inspire me and not terrify me.
What’s your favorite thing about her?"
“She still gets giddy when she sees a firefly.
Learn the rules like a pro, so you can break them like an artist.
And yet it disturbs me to learn I have hurt someone unintentionally. I want all my hurts to be intentional.
From Cat’s Eye by Margaret Atwood (via hush-syrup)
Do I contradict myself? Very well, then, I contradict myself; I am large — I contain multitudes.