One of the more exhausting aspects of getting older was having to act like an adult. Pretending to like people you couldn‘t stand, speaking for the sake of filling a silence, smiling when you felt like crying.

But we‘re all fragile, some of us just take slightly more shaking to break.

Georgia, this is a love letter. Everything I do is a love letter addressed to you.

Took me a bit to get into this one but now can‘t stop reading it!

My mother used to say: Everyone has secrets. That‘s why you can never really know anyone else. Or trust anyone. It‘s why you can never know yourself. Sometimes we even keep secrets from ourselves.

First book on my summer reading list!

If you knew the date of your death, how would you live your life?

Loving all of the sci-fi stories in this book! 👽

Sunday morning 🌞

What we call the beginning, is often the end.

Saturday night shenanigans 🍷

But I was beginning to learn that your life is a story told about you, not one that you tell. 🐢 🐢🐢

Getting in the Halloween spirit! 🎃👻

If the burden is too much and stays too long, even love bends, cracks, comes close to breaking and sometimes does break. But even when it‘s in a thousand pieces around your feet, that doesn‘t mean it‘s no longer love.

And how sad it is that the last face someone makes at you is always the face you remember the most.

The parallel narrative of my secret, imagined other life was always swallowing my attention, the life in which I was single, vibrant, liberated.

She really believed that the great religions of the world had come into being before anyone had grown up by the ocean. She believed in the ocean.

All these openings for closeness- all these humans with their disappointments and their desperate hearts, but it's so much easier, so convenient, to blame emotional distance on a lack of time.

"You can make more friends in two months by becoming genuinely interested in other people than you can in two years by trying to get other people interested in you."

Halfway through!