"Saturday afternoon. It is still raining. The days blend and leak into one another. I take the 22 again and again up Fillmore and down Japantown. Reminds me of old routines: a warm, crispy injeolmi pastry and a stroll. Out of the many lives I could have lived, I am here. Out of my many selves, I am impossibly close to this one and these people and this place."
I love your ability to make the mundane meaningful
"I wouldn’t have found this little corner of sunlight. I wouldn’t have met you." thank you for capturing what i feel towards my husband so perfectly in this piece ❤️
you know that tumblr post that’s like ‘i am a mosaic of everyone I’ve ever loved, even for a heartbeat.’ I think that fits nicely here and I think about it a lot
To answer your question about the question that's been on my mind, I'd say all my thoughts start and end at the same thought (or fear). The age-old, evergreen seedling of doubt that's planted in many a minds - Am I good enough? This question is perennial and will stay with me even when everything else will wither away.
"Saturday afternoon. It is still raining. The days blend and leak into one another. I take the 22 again and again up Fillmore and down Japantown. Reminds me of old routines: a warm, crispy injeolmi pastry and a stroll. Out of the many lives I could have lived, I am here. Out of my many selves, I am impossibly close to this one and these people and this place."
I love your ability to make the mundane meaningful
"I wouldn’t have found this little corner of sunlight. I wouldn’t have met you." thank you for capturing what i feel towards my husband so perfectly in this piece ❤️
You're officially my favorite corner of the internet.
Wow, such truly beautiful writing ❤️❤️❤️
you know that tumblr post that’s like ‘i am a mosaic of everyone I’ve ever loved, even for a heartbeat.’ I think that fits nicely here and I think about it a lot
To answer your question about the question that's been on my mind, I'd say all my thoughts start and end at the same thought (or fear). The age-old, evergreen seedling of doubt that's planted in many a minds - Am I good enough? This question is perennial and will stay with me even when everything else will wither away.
<3 so beautiful. thank you!
A reminder to honor the critical coincidences that chance upon us and to go with the flow of life. Thank you for this lovely read!
These days I acknowledge I’m just a living composite of everyone I’ve ever loved.
Wow nix. Spot On!!!!
Love your writing as always! The link you shared on Intellectual compatibility in love is currently broken. Mind resharing?