Brianna Wiest

Intentions don’t waive pain.

You eventually have to stop basing your self-worth on the insecurities of others and start basing it on your own genuine convictions, no matter how long it takes for you to find them.

Maybe it’s just that we’re all at the centers of our own little universes, and sometimes they overlap with other people’s, and that small bit of intersection leaves some part of it changed.

Sharing your umbrella with a stranger.

The kind of love that centuries of books and plays and stories have regaled us with are the ones in which all expectations are defied in place of love anyway.

The thing that makes us the same is something our minds may never be able to understand. We have to let go of trying to understand everything else that’s collateral to suffice for it.

It’s hard to feel like physical appearance doesn’t take precedence when it’s our chief focus.

Hard work will not always equate to success.

I am most grateful I never got what I thought I deserved.

Give better goodbyes.

You’re the one their significant other really has to win over.

You can’t go beyond your saturation point. You can’t let yourself regress. If your paths are diverging, let them.

Books. Actual hard copy books that you can scribble notes in and mark off sections of and smell ink through and hear the sound of turning pages and bending spines while you read.

But what actually ends up happening is that things get pulled so far out of context they become repurposed just for the sake of an argument.

We lose the mystery, the intangible but palpable reality of our existence, one that’s both elusively foreign and so comfortably, warmly home.

Being happy that someone else has failed.

What your parents didn’t give you.

Intelligence is not measured by exams, creativity not by output, desire not by action and honesty not by circumstance.