Atmosphere

by Taylor Jenkins Reid

people were making a very big deal out of what was, essentially, no different from eating a cracker.

lol

That was another thing she liked about him: he laughed at women’s jokes.

“Sometimes I think you and I are having one conversation and then I realize we’ve been having an entirely different one the whole time,

want to show you every good thing I’ve ever found,”

as human beings, we are less of a who and more of a when.

I want to spend my energy thinking not of how my actions might be frowned upon by a man in the sky, but how my actions affect every living and non-living thing around me. Life is God.

Why was it that when you let someone that far in, you learned to be okay with all the ways they saw you, even if they weren’t flattering?

Joan wanted to tell her that she knew exactly what it meant to love someone. That she’d had kisses and dates and a whole life that Barbara knew nothing about. But that—also!—her opinion would still matter even if she hadn’t. Even if Joan had never fallen in love, she would still matter. She wasn’t a child just because her life looked different from Barbara’s. She wanted to tell her that there were many, many people in this world who had full, rich lives the likes of which Barbara could not fathom because of her tiny little brain.

Do you understand that I don’t care how big or small this world is, that you are the center of mine? Do you understand that, to someone, you are everything that matters on this entire planet?”