August 2012
“You belong to me and all Paris belongs to me and I belong to this notebook and this pencil.”
—Ernest Hemingway (A Moveable Feast)
“I have survived. I am here. Confused, screwed up, but here. So, how can I find my way? Is there a chain saw of the soul, an ax I can take to my memories or fears?”
—Laurie Halse Anderson, Speak (via poniesandcheapliquor)