Sometimes I just need someone to tell me all the things that they like about me. That I’m okay just being me. I don’t need to think twice about the way I speak, the way I laugh, the way I exist, or think, or involve myself in my surroundings. Tell me I can be loved like a plant by the window. That you can be happy just looking at that plant and that in some ways you can’t live without it.

Some things in life are too complicated to explain in any language.

Writing is thinking. To write well is to think clearly. That's why it's so hard. — David McCullough