Less is MORE
Decades ago, I was visiting a friend in Maine on this incredible island called Isle Au Haut with almost no people, no electricity, no running water.
If you fall in love with a writer, don’t be upset if they decide to write about how you hurt them. The story belongs to them, and the only way for them to move on is by writing about it.
You’ve got this.
Here’s the thing, I am all for conspiracy theories. It’s my personal belief that we should question EVERYTHING. I think that’s the only way we truly gain knowledge.
I’m tired of writing about nothing.
“Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?”
We hear that love is patient and love is kind, and we repeat it in our heads until we believe it to be the pinnacle of possibility, the only way that ‘real’ love can be at its best.
The asshole who makes you cry freshman year of high school later asks you out. And you turn him down. So let that thought dry your tears.
Stop the presses!