Have you ever just looked at someone and thought, “I really love you”. They’re just talking or humming or watching a movie or reading a book or laughing or something, and there’s something about them in that moment that makes you think, “I just really love you”
All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair.
At times the world may seem an unfriendly and sinister place, but believe that there is much more good in it than bad. All you have to do is look hard enough. And what might seem to be a series of unfortunate events may in fact be the first steps of a journey.
I will get past this and we’ll move on and I will accept that at the end of the day that I am alone in this.
All that is constant about the California of my childhood is the rate at which it disappears.
Joan Didion (from her essay titled, Notes From a Native Daughter)
What else is there to do on a rainy day but get espresso on the terrace? (at La Terrasse Des Archives)