"I am not very beautiful today
And I do not think I will be very beautiful tomorrow
So until such a time
When I can look into the mirror and smile
I will listen to the call of the birds
Lift my face up to the breeze
Squish the grass between my toes
And look to that vast blue sky
Contemplating how vain it will all seem
When it comes my time to die"
"The trouble is, you think you have time."
"Life is too short to waste any amount of time on wondering what other people think about you. In the first place, if they had better things going on in their lives, they wouldn’t have the time to sit around and talk about you. What’s important to me is not others’ opinions of me, but what’s important to me is my opinion of myself."
"I love that sweet smell of decay that surrounds me in forests and woods. A kind of mulchy, deep, rich rot that has no connotation of death or ending, but rather of life and age. A sense of perpetual destruction and rebirth."
"There comes a point when you just love someone. Not because they’re good, or bad, or anything really. You just love them. It doesn’t mean you’ll be together forever. It doesn’t mean you won’t hurt each other. It just mean you love them. Sometimes in spite of who they are, and sometimes because of who they are. And you know that they love you, sometimes because of who you are, and sometimes in spite of it."