Sadness can find you anywhere, anytime, so you better have fun when you can.
A scent that disturbs me and delights me. It smells like ripe pears, vetiver, a bit of violet and something else- something spicy almost biting and exotic.
How wide and sweet and wild motherhood and sisterhood can be.
Friends are supposed to act like harbor boats-let you know if you're off course. But it ain't always possible.
It's life. You don't figure it out. You just climb up on the beast and ride.
Maybe people are more like the earth than we know. Maybe they have fault lines that sooner or later are going to split open under pressure.