“The answer to each moment must be yes
and the question: can you live with that?
becomes the test
so you weigh it against that aching in your chest
and that secretly relentless emptiness”—Ani DiFranco, You Each Time
“I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.”—Anaïs Nin (via thenovembersnow)
Me:Remember that time when I came to visit you during spring break in 6th grade and dad called to tell you that mom had moved out and asked you to tell me that she had left him a note saying she wanted a divorce? Then dad made the two hour drive to your house, wasted out of his mind and peed all over your bathroom walls? I woke up the next morning to you with rubber gloves up to your elbows, scrubbing the bathroom.
Sister:I don't think that's something anyone could forget.
Me:I don't think I ever told you thank you for all of the ways that you've been there for me, for everyone. I'm so lucky to have sisters. I can't image that I would've survived childhood otherwise.
Sister:I am the lucky one. I was 14 when you were born. You came into my life when I desperately needed someone to love me.