I don’t know if I’ll have the time to write anymore letters, because I might be too busy trying to participate. So if this does end up being the last letter, I just want you to know that I was in a bad place before I started high school, and you helped me. Even if you didn’t know what I was talking about, or know someone’s who’s gone through it — you’ve made me not feel alone. Because I know that there are people who say that all these things don’t happen, and there are people who forget what it’s like to be sixteen when they turn seventeen. I know that these all will be stories someday, and our pictures will become old photographs. We’ll all become somebody’s mom or dad. But right now, these moments are not stories. This is happening. I am here and I am looking at her. She is so beautiful. I can see it, that one moment when you know that you’re not a sad story. You are alive. And you stand up and see the lights on the buildings, and everything that makes you wonder. And you’re listening to that song on that drive with the people you love the most in this world. And in this moment I swear, we are infinite.
She’s got the whole dark forest living inside of her.
|—||Tom Waits (via glittertomb)|
when I’m alone, my brain goes on hikes through the cliffs of my mind, hunting for caves that have yet to be explored.