“Most things will be okay eventually, but not everything will be. Sometimes you’ll put up a good fight and lose. Sometimes you’ll hold on really hard and realize there is no choice but to let go. Acceptance is a small, quiet room.”—Dear Sugar, Cheryl Strayed
When the check mark pops up on Facebook chat that says that the other person has read my comment… but hasn’t responded yet “they haven’t responded but they’ve seen it.. are they mad?? did I word my comment wrong? maybe I should’ve written it this way…” insecurity central! plus, sometimes I just…
And how can you mend a broken heart? How can you stop the rain from falling down? How can you stop the sun from shining? What makes the world go round? How can you mend this broken man? How can a loser ever win? Please help me mend my broken heart and let me live again
Perhaps the thought of ending my vacation is forcing me to stay awake – eyes red from leaving my contacts in for so long and making excessive trips to the restroom on account of my intolerable bladder. The two plus weeks that I’ve been in the Philippines seems to have vanished just as fast as heat on this plane. For the first few days, time itself seemed to have stopped. But, after the many claustrophobic car rides, after nightlong games losing to mahjong, after visualizing marine biology in the Sombrero Island tide pools, after countless meals of cardiac delight, time simply has fleeted. — January 2, 2011.
“Most Americans don’t live their lives solely as Democrats, Republicans, liberals or conservatives. Americans live their lives more as people that are just a little bit late for something they have to do. Often something they do not want to do. But they do it. Impossible things [are accomplished] every day that are only made possible through the little reasonable compromises we all make.”—