i wish i could talk to my 16 year old self. she would know what to do. or at least would have the “gut clarity” that i now seem to lack.
Although… she would probably be amazed that we actually managed to be in a long-term relationship and then would get distracted by some hot chick passing by.
i’ve been wearing my old glasses, they make me feel like the person i was before i met you. but that’s a lie. i will never be the person i was before you. you’ve changed me forever. for the best.
“ How much better is silence; the coffee cup, the table. How much better to sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird that opens its wings on the stake. Let me sit here for ever with bare things, this coffee cup, this knife, this fork, things in themselves, myself being myself. ”
The Waves, Virginia Woolf