I will not apologise for wanting a life that feels alive from the inside, even when that desire has been confused with vanity, indulgence, or some vaguely intellectual affectation. I am not talking about success, prestige, or distinction in the social sense. I am talking about that internal, rare, unreliable, but unmistakable signal that tells you... See more

and that’s what i think so many of us are longing for now: a life stitched together from small rituals, cups of tea that go cold on the counter, slow mornings and early nights, shelves of novels read for no reason except delight. afternoons that stretch quietly, plants to tend to on the windowsill, bread rising on the counter, a circle of people... See more

I realize now that I want to be real. I don’t want to be harmless, I want to be human, I want to say things that bother people and move people and confuse people; I want to start sentences that can’t be autocompleted because even I don’t know where they’re going. I want to learn and offend and regret and grow. I want to be interesting, irritating,... See more