basically me next year right
Tadeusz Rolke, Heidi, a fashion model, photographed in Paris, 1965.
— (via gettingahealthybody)
I am tired in my bones and in my brain, the kind of tired that refuses to be put to bed. I turned in my last paper ever at 5 a.m. and spent the day on the couch watching sappy 70s romance movies and thinking about things that are not happening in my life—love, relationships—instead of the things that are—graduation, closing a hugely, radically formative chapter in my life. In eight days I will graduate, in ten days I will leave Claremont for good. I am so grateful for all of the good and all of the bad and all of the many things I learned. Yet as the emphatic departure looms, it is sadder and emptier than I anticipated. I am grateful for this sadness, too, because something would be wrong if I didn’t feel it.
Do you ever have the sense that you are waiting for someone to say the right thing at the right moment? A passing comment, a word of wisdom, something, anything, to chew on. Someone say something, please, to make sense of it all.
I keep finding myself walking around listening to sad music and trying to compare the sound, the look, the light to some other time in my life, some distant, sentimental spring. Then I realize this feels unlike anything else I have ever experienced.
And I am grateful for that, too.
5ever posting Joan Didion quotes. How many times can I read this essay in one year?
From “Goodbye to All That”