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“I want a nice little cottage in the forest where I can sit and read and have no worries. It makes me smile just thinking about it.”

-Journal entry, 11-23-2006.

Barely 15 years old. Yes.

oceanofmind:

Everyone is overridden by thoughts;
that’s why they have so much heartache and sorrow.
At times I give myself up to thought purposefully;
but when I choose,
I spring up from those under its sway.
I am like a high-flying bird,
and thought is a gnat:
how should a gnat overpower me?

— Rumi

This weekend I made strawberry daiquiris, bought a cute tea mug, explored, caught up with some old friends, made a couple of new ones, made myself comfortable visiting Bellingham, had lots of laughs, laid in the sun, slept on a cold couch, enjoyed it nonetheless. a lot. I am forgetful, I am sloppy and clumsy, I do homework all the time and I work when I’m not doing homework.I am back to my old self. 

“Doesn’t it mean anything to you? We could get along.”
“Of course it does. But I don’t want anybody but you. I don’t want any one else. And I know it’s perfectly simple.”
“Yes, you know it’s perfectly simple.”
“It’s alright for you to say that, but I do know it.”
“Would you do something for me now?”
“I’d do anything for you.”
“Would you please please please please please please please stop talking?”
-Hills Like White Elephants, Earnest Hemingway.

I miss my friends. I hide from them these days. I need summer so I can feel human/on the same page as everyone else. I feel like I can’t talk to anyone right now, because no one is where I am. Adjusting, getting better, learning, de-romanticizing life.