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This Is How We Thrive

This year, we wonder in awe at how we still somehow know the way home, even when the directions are gone and not even the sun is there to guide us.

Just Promise Me This

Promise me that you won’t ever lose sight of who you are, your authenticity is something beautiful and you don’t ever need to change – not for anyone’s approval.

A Young Writer’s Diary Entries From Mid-January, 1985

It’s killing me to leave New York and Ronna and Teresa’s apartment and the life I have here. . . In the morning, Ronna and I got ready and took the IRT to work. Saying goodbye in the subway at 66th Street during rush hour isn’t very romantic, and I had a hard time saying goodbye to Ronna. Shitfuck.

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