"We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.” -Anais Nin
“William helped me see the beauty in these moments that are fleeting.
It’s precious, it’s fragile, it’s breathing.
But the breath will end, and the wounds will mend, because before long we’re all leaving.”
— What my brain decides to do instead of paying attention in class.