me @ the stars: help me
I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection. Every story, every incident, every bit of conversation is raw material for me. My love’s not impersonal yet not wholly subjective either. I would like to be everyone, a cripple, a dying man, a whore, and then come back to write about my thoughts, my emotions, as that person. But I am not omniscient. I have to live my life, and it is the only one I’ll ever have. And you cannot regard your own life with objective curiosity all the time…
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
Often times I am confused.
Lovin it though!
Literally just romanticize your own life. What’s stopping you. Who will care. Commit to enjoying things.
IF! I could wear white dresses for the rest of my life I would. These were my favorites this year.