The Resurrection of Wildflowers

Самосаботаж. Это когда ты считаешь, что не заслуживаешь определённых вещей, потому что ты грязная, испорченная.

“Well, I get a boo-boo and feel it. I cry and I get sad. But death takes that away so it can’t be so bad.”
I smile at her. “That’s a great way of looking at things.”

“Death doesn’t have to be seen as this scary thing. It’s a beautiful reminder that each of our breaths, each heartbeat,” I point to her chest, and she places her hand over her thrumming heart, “is a gift to cherish.”

Жизнь - не бесконечный источник. Она конечна, и всем нам стоило бы это усвоить, ведь каждый наш вдох - драгоценный дар, который мы не должны растрачивать понапрасну.

Приятно вспоминать то, что успела забыть.

Человек не станет делать все возможное и невозможное для того. кто ему безразличен.

Mothers have a way of always knowing what we need before we do.

sometimes no matter how much, or how hard you love someone, or something, you have to let them go. You can’t save a sinking ship.
Sometimes, you have someone else you have to be strong for, who needs you more.
You make a choice.
A devastating one.
And you hope, maybe one day, they’ll come back to you.

I’ll be twenty-six later this year and just like at eighteen, I still don’t have shit figured out. But maybe that’s the truth of adulthood no one wants to tell you—we’re all out here winging it.