I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.
Sometimes the future changes quickly and completely, and we’re left with only the choice of what to do next. We can choose to be afraid of it, to stand there trembling, not moving, assuming the worst that can happen. Or we step forward into the unknown and assume it will be brilliant.
Marriage is an unnatural arrangement […] an accretion of petty fights and resentful compromises which, like Chinese water torture, slowly transforms both parties into howling neurotic versions of their former selves.
There is no solace above or below. Only us. Small. Solitary. Striving. Battling one another. I pray to myself… for myself.
La Vie En Rose by Cristin Milioti.
Why I love this show.
You’re trying to live in two different worlds and it’s got you paralyzed. […] You’re choosing to be afraid because, for the first time in your life, you think you’ve got something to lose.