Maybe I was destined to forever fall in love with people I couldn’t have. Maybe there’s a whole assortment of impossible people waiting for me to find them. Waiting to make me feel the same impossibility over and over again.
Love, Unrequited Love, Love Hurts
I like the word clandestine. It feels medieval. Sometimes I think of words as being alive. If clandestine were alive, it would be a pale little girl with hair the color of fall leaves and a dress as white as the moon.
Words
I stared hard, trying to find a pattern. Thinking if I kept looking hard enough, maybe the pieces of the world would fit back together into something I could understand.
Life, World
I need to figure out the secret. I need to work out how to keep things flying back to me instead of always flying away.
Love, Friendship, Relationships
Nothing had changed. I was the stupid one again. I was the girl who never understood who she was to people.
Love, Unrequited Love
...I felt the wall between the world of secrets and the real world start to collapse. I felt the girls from the portrait becoming us and us becoming them...
Hope, Healing, Siblings
When you have a watch, time is like a swimming pool. There are edges and sides. Without a watch, time is like the ocean. Sloppy and vast.
Time
I suppose I'm in that very small group of people who are not waiting for their own story to unfold. If my life was a film, I'd have walked out by now.
Dreams, Life And Living
All my parents' music came from greatest hits albums. It was like the thought of getting even one bum track was too much for them to handle.
Music
If you close your eyes when you sing in Latin, and if you stand right at the back so you can keep one hand against the cold stone wall of the church, you can pretend you're in the Middle Ages. That's why I did it. That's what I was in it for.
Imagination, Music, Melancholy