But Perhaps No Parent Can Truly See Their Child. When We Look We See Only The Mirror Of Our Own Faults.

But books, like people, die. They die in fires or floods or in the mouths of worms or at the whims of tyrants. If they are not safeguarded, they go out of the world. And when a book goes out of the world, the memory dies a second death.

- cloud cuckoo land

“I want you to tell me about every person you've ever been in love with. Tell me why you loved them, then tell me why they loved you. Tell me about a day in your life you didn't think you'd live through. Tell me what the word "home" means to you and tell me in a way that I'll know your mother's name just by the way you describe your bed room when you were 8.

See, I wanna know the first time you felt the weight of hate and if that day still trembles beneath your bones. Do you prefer to play in puddles of rain or bounce in the bellies of snow? And if you were to build a snowman, would you rip two branches from a tree to build your snowman arms? Or would you leave the snowman armless for the sake of being harmless to the tree?

And if you would, would you notice how that tree weeps for you because your snowman has no arms to hug you every time you kiss him on the cheek? Do you kiss your friends on the cheek? Do you sleep beside them when they're sad, even if it makes your lover mad? Do you think that anger is a sincere emotion or just the timid motion of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain?

See, I wanna know what you think of your first name. And if you often lie awake at night and imagine your mother's joy when she spoke it for the very first time. I want you tell me all the ways you've been unkind. Tell me all the ways you've been cruel. See, I wanna know more than what you do for a living. I wanna know how much of your life you spend just giving.

And if you love yourself enough to also receive sometimes. I wanna know if you bleed sometimes through other people's wounds.”

— Andrea Gibson

“You have always been the worst of my children,” he said. “Be sure to not dishonor me.”

“I have a better idea. I will do as I please, and when you count your children, leave me out.

- Madeline Miller, Circe

And then all of a sudden, it feels like January again, and you're all alone in that blanket of yours, dreaming of sunsets, stardust and peace.

02.21.23

So, I found myself a study buddy and we're committing to a weekly schedule, rather than a daily one. It's much better on me mentally to have that. Also, I'm going through a lot right now. Ahh, I need to push through. I need to work hard.

A study buddy is important.

"...it is sad of course, to forget. But it is a lonely thing, to be forgotten. To remember when no one else does."

- the invisible life of Addie LaRue by V.E Schwab

What's meant for you will be all yours at the end. The constellations are in your favour, so my little star-bright, what are you worried about?

I accepted because mysterious ladies offering bourbon under the stars is very much my aesthetic.

- Erin Morgenstern, The Starless Sea.

Who do you look for in the stars?

Migration

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