"Collecting names of the lovers that went wrong"
I can’t stop listening to Daughter — on repeat, on repeat. I think I can say with certainty now that the best things in life are unplanned and unpredictable. I’ve found that sometimes, you need to trust that even though shadows have settled on one place, it doesn’t mean that stars aren’t shining in another.
Sometimes it’s easier to see them, sometimes they are swallowed in cloud cover but even though painful or sinking or broken, feelings are not all bad, or even bad at all. “And if you’re still breathing, you’re the lucky ones. Because most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs.” When the clouds break, you’ll see possibilities you couldn’t have imagined.