As I embrace the uncertainty of these days, as I accept and release the fear, I have never felt so human.
Several months ago, I bought the rose-patterned tights.
In honor of our anniversary, I give you…
Disclaimer: I probably think that every word ever spoken into existence deserves more respect than it gets.
(and what changed my mind about them)
We are infinite, God and I. Some infinities are simply larger than other infinities. That’s math; I learned it from a John Green novel.
Other than this last week, I’ve spent months in silence. Sometimes I think I am too much of a perfectionist about what I post on here, and that’s why it’s so hard for me to post regularly. So here I am posting something that scares my perfectionism to death: unpolished, unedited, unfiltered. Not a story. Just me, spilled onto paper.
The sun is always setting somewhere.
Bury me in an old graveyard…
They seem so unimportant. But they are seared on my memory as if they were something terrible.