I’m feeling productive and new and motivated and clear-headed. It came on so suddenly, but I’m soooo glad it did.

I’m going to read more books before I go back to school. I’m going to see more friends at home before I go back to school. I’m going to take a picture every single day this year — I’m going to push myself to finish a project — I’m going to enjoy my classes this semester [no science/math/spanish classes]. I’m going to learn to play that beautiful guitar I got for Christmas. I’m going to waste less money. I’m going to finish my minor and sign up for an internship this summer. I’m going to be honest with myself.

I can fucking do all of this. Yes Yes Yes.

...our breasts exchanged their tired histories, tales of being over- and underutilized, floods and famines and never mind, just go. We wetted each other's blouses and pushed our crying ahead of us like a lantern, searching out new and forgotten sadnesses, ones that had died politely years ago but in fact had not died, and came to life with a little water. We had loved people we really shouldn't have loved and then married other people in order to forget our impossible loves, or we had once called out hello into the cauldron of the world and then run away before anyone could respond.

Always running and always wanting to go back but always being farther and father away until, finally, it was just a scene in a movie where a girl says hello into the cauldron of the world and you are just a woman watching the movie with her husband on the couch and his legs are across your lap and you have to go to the bathroom. There were things of this general scale to cry about. But the biggest reason to cry was to drench the air in front of our faces. It was romance. Not the falling-in-love kind but the sharing of air between our shoulders and chests and thighs. There was so much air to share.

-No One Belongs Here More Than You - "It Was Romance"