I don't want to steal anybody's story. I very much want to use the stories that I hear to get lost in my mind, to tell a larger story.

All I get is tomorrow.

And I, who have never thought in terms of a life, think to myself that I could make a life out of this.

After a while, you have to be at peace with the fact that you simple are

Why is it so much easier to talk to a stranger? why do we feel we need to disconnect in order to connect? If I wrote "Dear Sofia" or "Dear Boomer" or "Dear Lily's Great-Aunt" at the top of this postcard, wouldn't that change the words that followed? Of course it would. But the question is: When I wrote "Dear Lily," was that just a version of "Dear Myself"? I know it was more than that. But it was also less than that, too

I have always been aware of how I break. I know what kind of situations will break me. I know what kind of people will do it. I know how much it will hurt.

If other people see you differently, you’ll end up seeing them differently, too.