The useless days will add up to something. The shitty waitressing jobs. The hours writing in your journal. The long meandering walks. The hours reading poetry and story collections and novels and dead people’s diaries and wondering about sex and God and whether you should shave under your arms or not. These things are your becoming.

there is romance in taking the time.

taking the time to walk
taking the time to read
taking the time to cook an elaborated meal
taking the time to listen to a piece of music
taking the time to colour in a circle

taking the time to notice
taking the time to wonder
taking the time to listen
taking the time to think
taking the time to fall in love

The ugliest, loneliest, most disheartening moments are gifts that, if you’re soft enough, whisper possibilities in your ear: You have more to offer. Set your sites higher. Reach deeper. Give more love to yourself and the world. This ugly moment might just be your biggest break.

"The grief and sense of loss, that we often interpret as a failure in our personality, is actually a feeling of emptiness where a beautiful and strange otherness should have been encountered."

There was a silence. Or rather some moments passed filled with nothing…
and a great deal of time went by and she did not speak to a living soul and a great wind of madness howled through her and overturned all her languages.

its a beautiful world if you can find it