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Because when you are happy, everywhere is a happy place. And when you are sad, everywhere is a sad place.
a story can be beautiful not because of the way it ends. But because of the way it’s written.”
Maybe this is just what it means to be a person. To constantly reckon with being a single being in one body. Maybe everybody sits up at night and creates arguments in their head for why they are the loneliest person in the world.
She always imagined getting older as a narrowing street that got darker as you walked. A concretization of your personality and all the things that made you who you were.
“Nobody can take care of you the way you need to take care of yourself. It’s your job to take care of yourself like that.”
She loves deep, winding conversations that go up and down, especially in the dead of night when everyone should be sleeping. She has forgotten the way conversations, really good ones, can change her—shape-shift her like a tree. Sometimes leave her bare, sometimes leave her fuller.
“I think we talk about happiness all wrong. As if it’s this fixed state we’re going to reach. Like we’ll just be able to live there, forever. But that’s not my experience with happiness. For me, it comes and goes. It shows up and then disappears like a bubble.”
It seems truer to say that friendship is just hard. It requires radical honesty.
It is so much easier to sit in things and wait for something to save us.
