As if it didnt matter what was on, but instead how hard i was listening.

Once, she'd been a pro at decompressing, loved to sit on the back deck of the beach house in one of our splintery Adirondack chairs for hours at a time, staring at the ocean. She never had a book or the paper or anything else to distract her. Just the horizon, but it kept her attention, her gaze unwavering. Maybe it was the absence of thought that she loved about being out there, the world narrowing to just the pounding of the waves as the water moved in and out.

Life's too short to worry about the little things. Enjoy what you have today, not what you might get tomorrow

Hey, and for what it's worth? Friends don't leave you alone in the woods. Friends are the ones who come and take you out.

If there's one thing I've learned in the last few months, it's that sometimes you just have to close your eyes and jump.

It was like those songs I'd heard as a child, each so familiar, and all mine. When i got older and realized the words were sad, the stories tragic, it didn't make me love them any less. By then they were already part of me, woven into my conciousness & memory

I find that the more I depend on real life, the less interesting the story is. It's much more common for me to take something that almost-happened, or I wish had happened, and then follow that possibility.