I am not your missing piece.From Shel Silverstein’s “The Missing Piece” (via psychologyoflife)
I am nobody’s piece.
I am my own piece.
Anne Carson, The Glass Essay (via stillruthless)
You remember too much,
my mother said to me recently.
Why hold onto all that?
And I said,
Where do I put it down?
my year in moleskines, an autobiography
by day, by night
They say youth is wasted on the young. They say the young never fully appreciate their youth until it’s too late. I disagree. I am an 18 year old girl, just moved across the country from my family and everything I’ve ever known, following my implausible, impractical, and most passionate dreams in New York City, meeting new people, exploring everything for the first time, and reveling in my own curiosity and energy. I wake up every morning, and I can’t believe where I am. At the center of the universe, at the beginning of my life? When I have endless time to learn and grow? When I am carefree and eager? I know this! It’s an overwhelming thing to know, bigger than anything else I’ve ever known, and it makes my heart swell until I gave no idea where to express myself. I sit here in Washington Square as fall is just beginning, hearing music from all corners of the park, and people’s voices, and I’m surrounded by life, and I still get to see what happens next. I’m at the beginning. How many times to people get to say that? Where I’m at is cosmic. I know nothing yet. But I fucking love, being alive, today.
n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.
"I like to flip through old books to see if I can find any handwritten notes. Once I found one with a love note from 1917."