I am half child, half ancient.
I’m a quiet person. I spend time observing, not speaking.
My heart wants roots. My mind wants wings. I cannot bear their bickerings.
E. Y. Harburg
She’s sensitive, too. Takes to hurt the way water takes to paper
Junot Díaz, This Is How You Lose Her
Ah, September! You are the doorway to the season that awakens my soul… but I must confess that I love you only because you are a prelude to my beloved October.
Peggy Toney Horton
Don’t try to figure me out. It will only exhaust you.
Being both soft and strong is a combination very few have mastered.
I think too much. I think ahead. I think behind. I think sideways. I think it all. If it exists, I’ve fucking thought of it.